I love how in yellowjackets the implied cannibalism is a quasi-religious ritual portrayed with horrific awe, but in class of 07 my aussie girlies are like "fuck it we've boiled the last shoe let's host a survivor tribal council to vote who we eat" and then they film it like survivor elimination. thas what I call a cultural dichotomy innit
i can’t think how else to describe class of 07 than to say it’s bridesmaids meets a hybrid of the wilds and yellowjackets with a sprinkling of derry girls silliness and that it’s a love letter to all your dead school friendships which will kick everyone over the age of 21 in the heart but make them say thank you
the girlies on Class of ‘07 doing a Survivor tribal council to decide which of them they should eat to survive is one of the best bits I’ve seen in years
There is a part of my head that’s like, ‘So you just watched a woman collapse and you felt nothing. Like, that’s not normal. You should feel...awful? Crippled with guilt? Like... But then I can also hear his voice in my ear. And he’s — he’s saying, ‘No, actually, you made the right call. If you stop riding, then you stop surviving.” And, I mean, I’ve heard him like that for years. Like when Blue Bloods first IPO’d, the first thing I thought was, ‘Oh, my god, Ryan — Ryan would be so proud of me.’ And I don’t really know what to do with that.
legitimately obsessed with the fact yellowjackets and class of 07 have almost identical soundtracks but one of them is scoring the ritual cult sacrifice of an adult gay man with one leg who has been drugged by a truly terrifying teenage approximation of the living embodiment of munchausen by proxy and the other is scoring a drunken high school reunion argument about what a dugong is while high as balls stranded on top of a gazebo named The Fingering Bench