Allyson Bragg

I'm part of a team of three writers who meet once or twice a week to collaborate. But convening at coffee shops just wasn't cutting it; lack of seating, spotty WIFI, and baristas frowning at our chatty gatherings were our constant curse. So we tried this new app called Croissant, which unlocks the city's most coveted enclaves: its co-working spaces. Like a lovechild of Airbnb and ClassPass, Croissant offers office space, on-demand.

I love science-fiction. Like, I love it so much. And because I love it so much, I am intimately familiar with it’s tips, tricks, and tropes. Some I love, some I recognize the necessity of regardless, and some are so stale they break my teeth. To be fair, storytelling is a language of exceptions. There are always times when these are done well, or serve a greater purpose and can be forgiven.

Just in time for the new year, NBC has decided to pick up on the success of ABC’s Once Upon A Time, and the echoing, milder success of SyFy’s Tin Man and Alice, with Emerald City; a cleverly updated and serialized retelling of The Wizard of Oz. The story follows Dorothy Gale, a nurse from Lucas, Kansas, left on the doorstep of her adoptive parents by a mysterious woman named Karen, who still lives in a trailer on the outskirts of town.

As someone who’s been a Buffy fan since she was twelve years old, and who still has a faded Buffy poster inside her closet, this awesome collectible hit me with such a wave of nostalgia I wanted to rewatch the entire show right then and there. And as soon as I’m done writing this review, you can find me on Netflix if you need me.

12 Monkeys is consistently compelling, and by it’s very nature constantly surprising. The finale of season one was no exception. It was a whirlwind of closing story loops and opening (or sometimes, reopening) others, all tracking back to the central theme of fate versus destiny and the myth of free will.

Synopsis: Elliot, a cyber-security engineer by day and vigilante hacker by night, is recruited by a mysterious underground group to destroy the firm he’s paid to protect. Elliot must decide how far he’ll go to expose the forces he believes are running (and ruining) the world. The only complaint I can possibly muster up about the pilot episode of  Mr. Robot is that Christian Slater plays almost as unconvincing a computer hacker as he does a homeless man.

I am head-over-heels in love with musicals. I’ve lived and breathed them for so much of my life, and I am acutely aware of how much time, effort, energy, and passion goes into pulling one off. I probably wouldn’t talk smack about one even if it was terrible because I’d love everyone for trying.  Hairspray Live was far from terrible, but the same principles apply.