In which I realize that so many of the stories I’ve loved fall into the science fiction category. I tell you what drew me into these stories —badass women, romantic virtual beings, anti-capitalist commentary.
Everything from the chaos of the animated animals chasing each other, to the incredible decor in Jerry’s tiny hole-in-the-wall home is a joy to watch!
None of these were romantic really, but the title of this post is factually accurate. This is what I watched during the ~weekend of love~ while I lay in bed cursed with the fatigue and agony of my fibromyalgia. It’s a lot of Netflix.
An American Pickle shines with an unexpected sentimentality, and just-light-enough social commentary on the culture of ethical consumerism and viral media coverage.