Hey, what's up. I'm Dorrie, an odd little froggie who spends way too much time looking at screens. I'm a 22 year old Ithaca College graduate who has a degree in screenwriting, and I aspire to be a scriptwriter for the indie film scene one day.
I have a lot of thoughts and opinions about visual media and storytelling, many of which I would like to share. I'm a big fan of horror movies, cartoons, and niche, story-driven video games.
*SPOILERS FOR HEREDITARY (2018), MIDSOMMAR (2019), AND US (2019). READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
When I was a senior in high school, I took a film class that had five students in it. Four out of those five students were boys. I was the only girl. Fortunately, I got along great with all the boys in the class; we always had thoughtful, analytical discussions where everyone was able to equally express their opinions on storytelling and film technicalities, and they never once complained or rolled their eyes whenever I would go on one of my feminist tangents (which I did a lot.)
Somewhere in the middle of the school year, my teacher taught a segment on director Stanley Kubrick, and the first of his films that we watched in class was The Shining. As a budding horror geek, I was excited to finally view this classic with so much cultural significance in both American film history and iconography. Of course, I was absolutely terrified upon the first viewing, clutching at my oversized flannel like a child with a teddy bear anytime little Danny turned a corner on his tricycle in the Overlook Hotel’s seemingly never ending hallways. However, there was one character that really struck me as a true standout among the typical archetypes you would find in horror, so much so that I couldn’t bring myself to look away or cower anytime they were on screen. That character was Wendy Torrance, played by Shelley Duvall.Read More »
So, for all of those who have watched Tuca & Bertie: Do y’all remember the scene in episode 4 when Bertie loses her shit at the grocery store? I remember the scene where Bertie loses her shit at the grocery store, because I have absolutely been there before. Let me just say that that one little scene is kind of a perfect summation of my life.Read More »
Happy Pride, everybody!!! Who else is feeling their pink glow this month??
So, I have a bit of a confession to make. While I am definitely not a big fan of reality TV, I have a serious love/hate relationship with RuPaul’s Drag Race. I think that the show and fanbase have a number of glaring issues, largely pertaining to the fact that it has become so popular in recent years. Unlike the earlier seasons, where it felt like this underground celebration of all things gay and fabulous, it now feels more like just another reality competition show with forced drama and overproduced edits to make it more palatable to mass audiences (i.e., straight people.) HOWEVER, I still have to admit that I am so goddamn entertained every minute that I am watching it.
As a member of the LGBT+ community, I like to stay updated on what is current in gay media. I’m not the biggest fan of Ru himself, but I love watching the competing queens each season, seeing them grow as both people and performers as the weeks trudge on. Since we are eleven seasons into the show, of course there are some queens who are obviously there because they want a taste of that sweet sweet television screen time, but then there are others who I feel like are there because they truly want to share their beautiful art with the world. One of the girls from season 11 who fits into that latter mold is the season’s wonderfully weird winner herself: Yvie Oddly.Read More »
(Hello hello, apologies for the radio silence on here, life is weird and I’m weirder. I promise that I will be more consistent with posting, and I may even change things up a bit and occasionally post some prose and ideas for other personal projects on here! Thanks for being patient with this little froggie!)
Do you remember the first time a piece of horror made you lose countless nights of sleep? Because I sure as hell do.Read More »
We all have that one game that feels like home to us. You know what I’m talking about. The video game that we pick up once a year when we’re feeling a case of the nostalgia Sundays. That game that we have logged thousands of hours into over the course of ten years or more. That game that we will always come back to with open arms and a smile, no matter how primitive it looks or plays. Feeling cozy yet? Got your hot chocolate? Good, because today, we’re gonna be spending a little time with my “ride or die” game: Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door (2004).
It’s time to dust off your old GameCube, because we’ve got crystal stars to collect, baby!Read More »
*MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MOST RECENT EPISODE OF STEVEN UNIVERSE – READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Self-love is a difficult thing to teach. Try as we may, at the end of the day it is up to that person to decide whether they love themself or not. However, in our current social climate, we are constantly bombarded with advertisements and social media influencers telling us that we need to look and act a specific way in order to live a successful, fulfilling life, which can make self-love a challenge to achieve. Although these advertisers tell us that it is important to be our most “authentic” selves, the images attached to them are almost always an idealized version of what the authentic self is supposed to be. This is especially hazardous for children in the pre-teen to teenage demographic because they are very impressionable at that age, and it is already so hard to figure out how to “fit in” once their bodies start going through drastic changes.
When I was 14 years old, I certainly did not love myself in the slightest. I wasn’t a “cool” girl, my clothes were baggy, my hair was frizzier than that of an 80s aerobics instructor, and I was starting to notice some… interesting developments in my sexuality. I too suffered from gazing longingly at alternative magazines and thinking that my life would be perfect, if only I had stick straight locks, expensive garments and a cute boyfriend by my side, just like the models and celebrities did. If only I were one of these people. Self-love was always just a bit out of reach for me.
When Steven Universe aired its most recent special titled Change Your Mind, I came to a realization: Steven Universe is the most important children’s cartoon of this generation. Of course, this is just my opinion, but the message that I have always received from Rebecca Sugar’s passion project is one that no other show has ever taught me, not even in my own adolescent years – and that is to love myself because I am me.Read More »
I heard the news on my way to work last week. I was on the train, mindlessly scrolling through Twitter as usual, when I saw that Nickelodeon had posted something much less cheerful than their usual real-time content. It read: “We are sad to hear of the news of the passing of Stephen Hillenburg, the creator of SpongeBob SquarePants. Today, we are observing a moment of silence to honor his life and work.” The tweet was surrounded by yellow heart emojis. Next thing I knew, I was forcing back tears on the MTA, trying not to look like a complete basket case.
I certainly wasn’t the only person who felt this emotional upon hearing the news. Dozens upon dozens of tweets, posts and articles were being shared by the minute about the passing of the Nickelodeon veteran, from television networks and fans alike. Every single one of these posts seemed to have something in common – They were all honoring the legacy that Hillenburg had created in his simple little slice of life show about a talking yellow sea sponge who flips burgers and loves life.Read More »