Culture Consumption: December 2015

Good-bye, 2015, and hello, 2016!!!! While 2015 was a better year than 2014, I’m still glad to have it behind me. I may or may not talk about the reasons why in a later post, but what I will talk about are the goodies that were consumed before the year wrapped up. I may also do a separate post of favorites later, but again, we’ll see if the mood strikes.

So, let’s see how I ended the year, shall we?

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Culture Consumption: August 2015

September is here. I’m in denial. Not just because the year is passing faster than my poor little human brain can comprehend, but because the end of August brought the end of Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal, and I’m so full of FEELS that I can’t focus on much anything else. My brain is happily writing blog posts in honor of the show, to talk about it, the ending, what it means, what the show compares to, and SO MANY THINGS. Whether those posts find life outside of my brain is another story, so in the meantime, here is the Culture Consumption for August.

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A Common Language

My husband and I have started watching season four of Louie on Netflix. Season Four has been a somewhat interesting departure from what I’m used to from the show, which has always been a comedy that specializes in moments of absurd. Season Four, however, has often felt more like a surreal drama, with absurd, when it occurs, hitting an 11 out of 10 (I’m still shaking my head over episode 4.02, “Model”).

The current arc kicked off with Louie helping his neighbor, who got stuck in an elevator. Helping this elderly lady led to meeting the lady’s niece. Both are Hungarian, but only the elderly lady speaks English. The niece does not, but Louie is smitten with her, and seeing them communicate brings a certain joy to the show.

But then came this scene in episode 4.06, “Elevator Part 3.” It’s one of the most beautiful and moving scenes I’ve seen on the show. It has it’s tiny moment of comedy/absurd (that Louie’s daughter knows enough Hungarian to greet Amia properly, and Louie just has no idea on so many levels), but then the scene blooms into this gorgeous moment where words aren’t needed, but the the music says it all.

As both a writer and a musician, this just gives me all the feels.