Let me say that again: Watch the HBO show BARRY.
We doubt you just went ahead and did that, so let us put it this way. Barry is about Barry Berkman, a former marine-turned-assassin that stumbles into an LA acting class after following a target there and, wouldn’t ya know, the boy loves it!
If that isn’t enough to pique your interest, we got some reasons why you should watch and… sorry in advance if we get too passionate.
[This post is spoiler-free! Be careful going onto YouTube to watch videos because a lot a very spoilery but we’ve added some videos below for your curiosity]
Picture this: you – a 1970s private investigator – have been sent to the fuck-all nowhere town, which is midst of a ball-shattering Canadian blizzard. Not a person in sight, not even the dude who hired you, yet you always feel like you’re being watched. Between the weather and fight to stay alive, you have to figure out the clues as to what the hell is happening around this town and why exactly you’ve been sent. Full of clues and supernatural elements, you along with your journal and busted car have to find your way around a weird little deserted town that will keep you guessing.
There is no bitch like Patrick Bateman. Before American Psycho was released to cinemas, the only psychopath that people knew in entertainment or popular culture was Hannibal Lecter, but while Hannibal’s brilliance was on display and through another character’s eyes, Patrick showed the cutthroat (almost literally) character as handsome on the outside and despicable on the inside. It’s spawned skincare and a damn musical.
As this isn’t a psychology blog, we’re going to deter away from the ‘inside’ part and talk about the handsome, yuppie outside.
Come on, you gotta appreciate that segway.
The Morning Routine scene is probably the most well known, and the 80s “all excess, all consumerism” banner on full display, as you’ll very much see below, so I thought it would be fun to look at that routine that – and I’m not making this up – many men have emulated over the years. It’s movies, it’s beauty, it’s fun. Bloody fun!
I’m finding it really hard to concentrate on almost everything these days. I can’t focus on a movie and I’ve found myself eyeing tv episode run times and if I can either squeeze in an episode of one of the 1000 things I want to watch, or if it’ll turn into background music as I start looking at something on my phone… or you know, disassociate.
I’ve started to rely on YouTube content more than ever. The videos are shorter and sometimes that small shot of something is more entertaining than having to try to concentrate for 50 minutes. I know, the attention span of a gnat.
So when my brain is stupid-tired or even if I need something to zone out to, these are the three channels The Evil Assistant and I go to (if we agree on something, we cherish it).
That’s all you really need to know, isn’t it? An open-world game is about about a group of cats on a remote Maine island that try to figure out where the hell the humans have disappeared to.
I cannot stress how insanely excited I am right now.
Tomorrow at 8am, along with many others, I will see Avengers: Endgame. This is the end and my head has been on constant Charlie Day, Always Sunny Conspiracy mode for the past year but hooo boy has it been amped up in the last few days.
I thought it’s best time to
rant oh god I don’t want to see it anymore this has been part of my life for ten years and can’t everyone be happy just god be happy talk about some theories I have and who I think might live or, ugh, die in this last Avengers movie.
Even though I saw those first leaked set pictures from a while ago, any theories pertaining to it will be down the very bottom in white text you must highlight to see [like this! Hi!]. Other than theories pertaining to that, this post won’t have any spoilers; this is just my ramblings from what I know from the comics and have been and what have stuck out to me from previous movies, like I did on this post.