Spearheaded by fruit loops in the White House and Australia, of all places, the world continues to fall apart.
I don’t want to talk about that this week. Instead, let’s discuss my psychological profile.
My Inner Teenage Girl
I’ve reached a verdict on You Are My Spring, Netflix’s summer-long treat from South Korea (emphasis on “long” — 16 approximately hour-long episodes).
Maybe it’s because at heart I am a teenage girl, partial to bubble-gum rock and cheesy horror movies, but I liked the show.
There’s no question that at times Spring veers into sappiness. The romantic leads, playing characters who are in their 30s, often behave as though they are 13-year-olds in the throes of puppy love. These scenes are sometimes cute, sometimes silly.
Also, a parallel story arc involving some unsolved murders was, well, just OK.
But in 2021, when everything seems so horrible, You Are My Spring (I know; even the title screams “teenage girl”) is a breath of fresh air. When the show concentrates on its central romance — and even on some secondary romances involving supporting characters — it is sweet and often funny as hell.
Most of the lead characters are (gasp!) likeable. I’ll take that. At least in this godawful year.
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My Inner Teenage Boy
Seems like only yesterday that I was watching Hailee Steinfeld co-star with Jeff Bridges as the spunky Mattie Ross in 2010’s True Grit. Now this:
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With any luck, we should have the next Tale From The Grouch, titled “Wisdom,” ready to post within the coming week.
In the meantime, you can read the first seven tales by clicking here.
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