September 19, 2018
September 18, 2018
2018 is proving to be The Year I Fell in Love With Australian Pop Artists.
After discovering the awesome retro sounds of MOBS and the harmonies of Sheppard, it's official: Australia has been churning out some great talent this year.
More proof can be found in Future Jr., the indie artist from Down Under who's been wooing me with his single "Changing." (Also worth listening: "Forget About Me" and "Half Past You")
Give it a listen:
September 17, 2018
September 16, 2018
NAME: Hiko Mitsuzuka
SUBJECT: Summer Vacation
DATE: Sept. 16, 2018
The Summer of 2018 was a busy one.
I kicked it off with a 10-night journey through Europe. You can read about my first six nights in Berlin and Paris here, here, and here.
I read Crazy Rich Asians before seeing the movie and fell in love with Astrid long before all of y'all did.
I consumed an adequate amount of ice cream; shout-out to Talenti gelato.
I treated my parents to a weekend in Vegas. Along with a Jennifer Lopez concert.
I had many strong feelings about Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, mostly about how the franchise is losing its luster.
On the other hand, I saw and reviewed the fantastic Eighth Grade. It is being slotted in my Top 10 of the year.
I was transported back to high school when I saw TLC headline a music festival in South London. I also fell in love with London all over again.
I binged Season 2 of the brilliant Atlanta and Season 4 of the criminally overlooked You're The Worst.
I gave my MoviePass a run for its money (six movies in June, five in July) before those damn restrictions kicked in.
I attended a wedding in Santa Monica and realized not all wedding bands suck. (Kudos to the singer who pulled off Chaka Khan's "Ain't Nobody" and Whitney's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody.")
I got a little tipsy in Palm Springs during the extra-long 4th of July weekend. (Okay, I got a lot of tipsy.)
In Berlin, I ate schnitzel for the first time. And my God, it was delicious.
My father was soon thereafter diagnosed with prostate cancer, so I flew to Florida to help my parents reach a decision on treatment: he is scheduled to receive radiation treatments this fall. My family is currently doing well. Therefore, #fuckcancer.
I saw The Spy Who Dumped Me. My reaction: NO ONE TOLD ME GILLIAN ANDERSON HAS THREE SCENES IN IT!
I went to the Saved by the Bell-themed pop-up diner, Saved by the Max, in West Hollywood. The food was expectedly...okay. There were plenty of Instagram ops to be had.
My company was awarded Global Agency of the Year. NBD.
I finally read Ruth Ware's The Woman in Cabin 10. This book is screaming for a Reese Witherspoon-produced adaptation.
I bought a new pair of glasses.
I was absolutely floored by Hannah Gadsby's Nanette on Netflix.
In Paris, I ate escargot for the first time. The copious amounts of garlic butter helped.
Oh, and I signed with a lit agent before finishing the first draft of my YA horror novel, Slasher Movie Girl. (To clarify: my agent isn't actually lit; she's a literary agent, someone who reps authors. Duh.) Publishers, keep your eyes peeled this fall...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm breaking up with you.
For most of this year,
We've had a good time.
10 bucks for so much,
It felt like a crime.
Blockers was cute,
Tully was great,
And who could forget,
The fun of Ocean's 8?
I bragged to my friends,
A glowing testimony,
Never feeling I wasted dollars,
On that shitty Acrimony.
But then you changed,
Like the elusive Don Draper,
Charging me extra,
To go see Skyscraper.
I gave that a pass,
Not knowing what you'd do,
And then you forced my hand,
To check out Mamma Mia 2.
Your rules and restrictions,
Gave me a bad rub,
Testing my patience,
Asking for ticket stubs.
But like an abused spouse,
I came back for more.
But going to the movies,
Shouldn't feel like a chore.
Like many, I'm frustrated.
We're all getting quite pissed.
That's why we're now eyeing,
Best of luck,
September 10, 2018
I know the season premiere of the Fox drama involves an earthquake in Los Angeles, but this billboard...oh wow.
September 04, 2018
Before you pack away the SPF and hang up those flip-flops, familiarize yourself with these tunes I've begun to curate for your autumnal pleasure.
And FYI: No pumpkins were harmed in the making of this playlist.
September 03, 2018
Richard Newby's recent thinkpiece in The Hollywood Reporter, "What Happens When Fandom Doesn't Grow Up" (read it here), brilliantly discusses how modern nostalgia has presented itself across pop culture and what it means for today's audiences...as well as tomorrow's.
I expressed a similar sentiment a few years ago, basically saying that Hollywood doesn't want me and my friends to grow up. The proof is everywhere you look. Every month there's a familiar title from my childhood or adolescence playing at my local megaplex or unleashing new episodes on the small screen.
This is undoubtedly, as many pundits have argued, a result of the growing number of business-minded (read: less creative) execs at film and TV studios who are averse to high-risk investments (i.e. original content), enabling this rampant reboot fever that is affecting a generation of viewers that may never know what it's like to discover a true, original property they can organically grow to love and cherish.
It's a vicious cycle; as long as we keep consuming these things, the more this industry will keep making them.
Hence why the upcoming TV season is going to feel like 1984, 1992, and 2000 all at once, thanks to new versions of Magnum P.I., Murphy Brown, Charmed, and Roswell -- as well as the continuation of the Roseanne saga, now called The Conners, and the new Will & Grace.
In other words, we have one TV season that will allow me to relive my childhood, adolescence, and college years -- simultaneously -- during any given week. (And that's not all: reboots of Bewitched, The Facts of Life, Designing Women, Rugrats, and Party of Five are currently in development.)
Consider me 38 going on 18.
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