Euphoria?
It's hard to imagine we're back here again, and that literally everything has changed, and yet these asshole kids are still getting up to shenanigans
It’s hard to imagine we’re back here again, and that only / “only?” seven years have passed, and that literally everything has changed, and yet these asshole kids are still getting up to shenanigans, even if it’s maybe the last time. I am referring, of course, to Euphoria: seven years since its season one, since the summer of dripping eye-glitter makeup and Tumblr-maxxed teen angst that played with, and updated, My So-Called Life.
And, of course, Rue crashing into a garage door while attempting to cycle while drunk, which was the visual metaphor for that summer, at least where I’m from.
Now it’s back for season 3, season 2 (and two TV specials) having elapsed in the meantime, and this is not me doing the usual hacky “oh my god aren’t these kids like thirty by now?” that you usually get with a Stranger Things or a Harry Potter, but rather: boy, this thing had a moment, didn’t it; and that moment feels at least 15 years ago now, doesn’t it??
Ironically, by the time you read this, I’ll have started a summer contract at TIFF — technically, TIFF-adjacent startup TIFF: The Market — which is where I was working when Euphoria rolled out the first time around. Will the newsletter survive this change in my daily hours? Time will tell. Get out your pop t-shirts.
How to live
- Stay balanced. You already know this. I’m just repeating it here because you might not actually be doing it. Or the means by which you did it last year have hardened into a form that doesn’t really work this year, and you haven’t noticed yet.
- You can spend your time being afraid of everything or you can figure out what’s actually going on and try to work with it. I can’t tell you which to do, I can just tell you that those are the options.
- Resist the zero-sum game mentality.
- This is pretty rudimentary but you really do gotta live with your own example. Which means, if generally you want to be a bitch that’s cool, just maybe don’t look around later and be like “why are there so many bitches in here”
- The 10,000 pots thing turns out to be frustratingly real so, I guess, keep makin’ those pots.
Being nice to Siri, and other readings
- This was fascinating. (Platformer)
- New by me: I had a great time running Kinuyo Tanaka’s directing career end-to-end, thanks to Criterion’s new Eclipse boxed set. (Screen Anarchy)
- Now that the repatriation of Michael Jackson's nostalgic image is 100% complete (he was never far down, but there was certainly a modest dip), this article reminded me to make sure I put a permanent copy of Leaving Neverland on a backup drive somewhere. (AV Club)
- Departing Pitt MVP Supriya Ganesh reflects on gender presentation, cultural differences, and dysphoria. (Vulture)
- "America: Everything sucks, and you’re expected to pay for the pleasure of making it worse." When people ask me why I staked my marker so hard on mainstream theatrical moviegoing dying... this. It was this. They literally can't help themselves. (IndieWire)
- I don’t know if you know about Prude, but I’ve been reading an issue of Prude, and I think Prude is great. (Prude!)
