-TRIGGER WARNING: discussions around suicide, depression and mental health are heavily discussed- 2006 was a very interesting year for anime. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya pushed the boundaries of how meta the medium could be, Satoshi Kon’s Paprika was winning awards and inspiring filmmakers like Christopher Nolan to create Inception, and Studio Gonzo serialized Welcome to the NHK. The latter told the story of a severely depressed, paranoid, and isolated man living in his apartment—a strikin
Valentine’s Day is a capitalist farce—plain and simple. Every year, like clockwork, we’re flooded with ads selling us this idea that love can be bought. And the biggest, most hypocritical symbol of this is chocolate. Don’t get me wrong, chocolate’s great, but it’s been co-opted by an industry that’s more about reinforcing outdated gender norms than actually celebrating anything real. The history of Valentine’s Day is a lovely little mix of commercialization, patriarchy, and consumerism, all wrap
When My Fault (Culpa mía), the Spanish teen romance movie about forbidden love between step-siblings, hit streaming platforms in 2023, it quickly became a guilty pleasure for many, especially for a generation addicted to escapism and unrealistic love stories. But as we dive into its sequel that was released in late December last year, Your Fault (Culpa tuya), it’s hard not to feel a sense of déjà vu—this is yet another classic example of a teen romance franchise that’s gone off the rails. And if
I’ll be honest, the title is a bit of an exaggeration. Nobody’s ever too stupid for Cien Años de Soledad, but it’s true that the novel is daunting to approach… Though Netflix’s recent adaptation might just change that. It did for me, at least. Not only is the show a spectacular watch, it makes the literary masterpiece it's based on far more approachable for the less literarily inclined. Now that might seem unimportant - does a book from 1967 really matter that much? But I’d argue that it’s more
The first time I read Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude was in seventh grade, when I was about thirteen. Looking back, I realize that it was probably too early to fully grasp the depth of this monumental work. However, at the time, it was displayed prominently in every bookstore I visited (and it still is), making it hard not to want to pick it up. I was also confident that I was ready to read it, having already tackled several other famous works of foreign literature. As it
Most of my articles are usually inspired by a pseudo-existential question regarding cinema I ask myself—unless I have seen a movie and want to express my feelings about it with an opinion. A few days ago, scrolling through Instagram, I came across a reel that showed how easy it is to create a film scene with AI in just a few minutes. Honestly, the images seemed to belong to some seventh art's mastermind, so I thought about how ironic it would sound to say: "how fast does technology develop and h
The greatest trick Timothée Chalamet ever pulled was making the world believe that A Complete Unknown's press tour was unplanned, organic and impulsive. It's easy to believe, since his movements are so uncommon. What other actor crashes a look-alike contest, goes on College GameDay, and sits down with a generational talent at the British Film Institute? Even when he does the usual press tour stops like interviews and premiers, he does them in a way that attracts attention, as we'll discuss. Chal
How does your online identity coincide with your real one? It’s probably similar in some ways but also entirely different in others. Take your Peliplat user profile, for example. You write articles with a specific viewer base in mind, using a writing style designed to cater to your audience while maintaining an overarching sense of self. Your online presence is carefully curated to highlight the best parts of who you are and conceal the worst. But how much of your true, authentic self can you tr
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