There’s an exciting shift going on the entertainment world right now, one that seeks to upend decades of straight white men in power with the inclusion of more diverse and progressive storytelling and storytellers.
It’s remarkable how it took me two and a half years of living in Ann Arbor before going to Blank Slate Creamery, having known it had been a go-to favorite among Michigan students. In Sept. 2017, on what was likely the most humid day of the month, I ventured with some friends to the renowned ice cream shop located at the tail end of Liberty Street. Even on the outside, Blank Slate looked inviting; its green brick awning, pink-highlighted sign and New England-style architecture evoked a pastoral, homey feel.
As I walked toward the Greenwood block party last September, just as it seemed like it was about over, a familiar sound caught my ear. Amid the echoes of jubilant laughter and delirious chatter, I heard the unmistakable opening notes of “Mr. Brightside,” the debut single from Las Vegas quartet The Killers. The cluster of students streaming out of the neighborhood belted every single lyric, word for word, in nearly immaculate unison. It was mesmerizing, to say the least, though not unexpected.
The most refreshing aspect of “Lovesick,” and especially with this season, is that the subject matter is so utterly real and unapologetically honest. Underneath all of its whip-smart dialogue and zany cringe comedy, there is such heart within each character and their relationships to one another.