We ate the curd on toast, on crumpets, on scones, and over ice cream. I ate a spoonful a day, and I washed my face with it. I read ​Plumbing for Dummies ​and Mama helped me detach the water main so we could fill the bathroom pipes with lemon curd. Eventually, I showered in lemon and washed my hands with lemon and bathed in it once a week. It was as if I was back in Grandma’s kitchen, immersed in lemony nirvana.

Eventually, I experienced what should have been statistically obvious: that getting into an Ivy League school had been easier for me than it is for most people, and some people, even with help, just can’t make it, even if “making it” is unclearly defined; this means, if you are an artist, your inability to score well on the SAT’s could easily align your art, and your sense of authentic self-expression, with failure, or maybe worse, meaninglessness.

100 WORD FILM REVIEWS / Crawl

High Tension director Alexandre Aja’s latest film is an efficient, lean thriller. Following a father and daughter (Barry Pepper and Kaya Scodelario) who are trapped in a house by alligators during a Florida hurricane, Crawl melds well-placed scares and pathos. Backstory informing their strained relationship allows the audience to care for them, a necessity in genre pictures of this variety. Surprisingly, some characters miraculously retain limbs despite great injury. Although pacing and tone issues exist, the film serves as a textbook example on how to effectively build and release tension. Most importantly, Crawl reawakens our fear of being eaten alive.