The scariest stories are, to me, about 1950s housewives. They don’t have to be intentionally scary; they don’t even have to be about the housewife.
Netflix is saving us again from our isolated, dreary existences with a peppy romantic comedy. You know the kind they churn out: teens, love triangles,
Jane Austen’s work and I have a steady relationship, one where I get drug to one adaptation or another to find out that, yep, they’re
When a thing takes off on Netflix they tend to give you all you’d ever want of it, which is one way they keep a