Crimson staff writer
Amelia F. Roth-Dishy
Nothing is more thrilling to us, the viewers, than an increasing sense of collective control over the game. It’s less a power struggle than a strong-willed crew of fans, players, and producers growing together into a real “Survivor” family where we get the kids on weekends.
With “Jojo Rabbit,” a coming-of-age Nazi comedy, modish writer and director Taika Waititi makes a big wager: that audiences will swallow their initial discomfort long enough to decide that Waititi has actually fashioned a brilliant mockery of Nazism and bigotry.
Read on for a flow chart of when you should smash that Google Doc share button and when you should really just keep a journal or create a provocative anonymous blog.
It was an average Wednesday in the late-night television cosmology, by all discernible metrics — until Kim Kardashian West, during the evening’s compulsory Kardashian appearance, revealed that she does not have a voicemail.