I really, really hope that They Made Me Watch This, by Scarlett and David Hayman, becomes a series.
In True Love with Charlotte Hatherley
Here’s a taste of my favorite albums of 2017. True Love, by Charlotte Hatherley, is definitely at the top of my list. Some may know Hatherley as the former guitarist of Ash. Currently, she plays guitar for Birdy.
On the side, Hatherley has created a lush, gem of an album. And I can’t get enough of it! Here’s “A Sign” from True Love. You can learn about the inspiration behind the song here.
Stay tuned to this blog for more of my top albums of 2017!
Sana Takeda Does Sherlock
Monstress artist Sana Takeda crafted a gorgeous cover for last month’s issue of Sherlock (Now I need to contact my Comic Book Store Guy and ask him to add this to my subscription!) Sherlock: The Great Game #1 was published on August 9. 
WANT: Superflex Body Suit
I’ve got this wacky thing called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Type III: Hypermobility. It’s like a superpower, yet it’s not. I shoulda been a contortionist. When I was in college and things got tough, I would actually say, “I should drop out and become a contortionist.”
The upside is that I’m very flexible. The downside is that I’m very flexible. Things pop out and “sublux” quite often. Usually, it’s not that big of a deal. Except for when my hip pops out. I scream bloody murder when that happens. Thankfully, it’s only happened a handful of times.
For me, the worst part is stairs. My poor knees make this disgusting, crunchy sound and they often decide to stop working entirely. My other nemesis is gallons of juice, milk, etc. Whenever I pick those up, my shoulder and wrist dislocate.
My salvation has been my Hurrycane, various braces, Kinesio Tape®, and physical therapy. But I really want this Superflex Body Suit! Granted, it won’t add all of my joints, but it’s a start.
The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her
Jessica Chastain, James McAvoy, Viola Davis, William Hurt, and Isabelle Huppert all in the same flick. What’s not to love? Unfortunately, Ned Benson’s The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her suffers from a weak and hackneyed plot.
I really wanted to like Eleanor Rigby: Her because it’s one of three films that tell the same story. Its companions are The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him and The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby. Cool concept, right?
There were some great scenes featuring Chastain/Davis and Chastain/Hurt, but otherwise, I was bored. I found myself paying more attention to Chastain’s swell wardrobe and fantastic hair cut. [She was making me miss my red hair!]
Maybe I’ll enjoy The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him more? Maybe I would have liked Her if McAvoy had his Scottish accent? Or at least an English one? Alas, alack.
SPOILER ALERT!
I recently re-watched The Accidental Tourist, starting Hurt and Geena Davis. I saw it at least a couple of times when I was a kid and became emotionally attached to the score by John Williams. I even learned some of it by ear and would play it on the piano. Anyhow, I digress. Back on track now!
While watching Eleanor Rigby: Her, I thought it was interesting to see Hurt playing the grieving grandfather rather than the grieving father. And then I thought, “I wish I was watching The Accidental Tourist instead!”
END SPOILER
Verdict: Watch the first season of The Affair and The Accidental Tourist instead. Though I might soldier through Eleanor Rigby: Him because I quite like that McAvoy chap.
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