Greta feels like a dispatch straight from the early-‘90s – and I’m not complaining.
Riverdale is the sort of delicious trash that mimics masterpieces by draping its awful dialogue in red velvet and beautiful people. God, it’s fucking wonderful.
Like all great teen films, Freak Show understands that one’s teenage years are a time for experimentation with identity.
Using an unexplained death to examine small town politics is a well-established trope. Why doesn’t it seem to work in Jasper Jones?