In an alternate universe where animals speak and live amongst humans, a horse with depression and substance abuse problems lives in Hollywood. Bojack Horseman, a 50-year-old, has-been television star from the 90’s messily deals with life in a way that was surprisingly relatable for me, given our obvious differences.
Originally, this article was supposed to be about my Marvel movie marathon this past quarantine. However, I had a separate movie marathon going on at the same time that I realized might be more profound to write about. My dad (who went to Fordham as well) decided to show me some of his favorite movies over the years. After a few weeks, I noticed many of them followed similar themes and related a lot to some current events.
If you’re a pseudointellectual art nerd like me, you must watch “Frida,” like now. Filmmaker Julie Taymor’s biographic drama depicting the life of Frida Kahlo, the Mexican surrealist painter is nothing less than an artistic masterpiece.
[Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when Covid-19 attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop the quarantine boredom, but when the world needed him most, he vanished. Twelve years after the show’s finale, Netflix discovered the Avatar, an Airbender named Aang. Since May 2020, “Avatar: The Last Airbender” has been available to stream on Netflix. I believe that Aang can save quarantine.]
I’m sure by now that many of you are familiar with that recent op-ed that appeared in the New York Times about how New York City is dead, that all the scenes and places that used to be so vibrant are now empty, and people can’t go to their favorite brunch places. All the clubs are closed, nobody is out anymore, it is a ghost town.
Throughout this whole ordeal, I’ve been shocked by how much casual indifference there has by on the parts of so many to this crisis based on the belief that it “only” affects other people. Many have expressed the desire to continue about their daily lives or semester without interruption, even if that endangers the lives of many in their communities. The navel-gazing is not exclusive to Gen Z and millennials, as many on twitter and the in the media have suggest. Brueghel’s and Auden’s works are testaments that these attitudes have been common throughout history, whether it be eighty or five hundred years ago.
In the Year of Our Lord 2020, a diffuse understanding of what constitutes “media” has increasingly flooded the world with easily consumable content—Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Video, Disney+, and others create and distribute online television and movies, while the traditional Hollywood studio system works frantically to keep pace with its nimble digital competitors. Alongside cable television, this triumvirate of mainstream content-makers contends with the proliferation of media that has arisen in recent years—podcasts, fringe websites, talk radio, YouTube, social media. With a camera and microphone nestled neatly in your pocket, one can create, edit, and distribute content of any kind with ease—and the cultural impact, like the technology that enables it, is rapidly evolving.
Mental health is just as important as physical health, as many people have recently begun to realize. In addition to this newfound understanding, many people are beginning to realize just how prevalent mental illness is in the population. Despite this, the issue of stigmatization is a big one that still surrounds mental health and mental illness issues.
In an advert preceding peanut company Planters’ annual Super
Bowl commercial, the famous legume found himself, along with actors
Matt Walsh and Wesley Snipes, in a sticky situation that no one
expected or really wanted to see.
What’s more beautiful than sharing food? Sharing music—and, you ask, what happens when you share both? Love, which is exactly what Fordham University provided its students on February 5th, 2020, yet another year of our Lord. Preparing for a quick lunch date, we were walking to the Mecca of Fordham University, the cafeteria, excited by the thought of consuming its nutritional product, and not expecting anything out of the ordinary. What we found, however, was extraordinary—the real fountain of youth—a small band of six middle-aged men playing jazz. Notably, the drummer of the band resembled an older version of one of our very own Editor-In-Chiefs, Christian Decker. All the more delightful!