A room with a view to horror, humor, heartache, heroism, and even horniness.
To BnB, or not to BnB.
Horror is so elevated that I’m not sure how anyone can lift it any higher without taking it through the ozone layer and sucking all the life out of the genre.
I had to drive all the way out of town and into another state to bring myself to contribute to this list.
I think Peter Steele said it best when he sang “Everything Dies.”
Of games of death and dragons and fists and big bosses.
Appropriately enough, here I am talking about “Palm Springs” again…and again…and again.
Not just “a” Beth, but “the” Beths.
Honestly, I don’t think I’d hate it until about day 30.
Not THAT “The Beach House.” This one was made for Shudder, not for Hallmark.
The new wave, but also the old wave, because horror’s told us for years that it’s sometimes better to learn to love the monster.
Unspeakable horror! I mean, I guess we spoke about it, but you get the point, right?
In which I Peele back the layers on the Twilight Zone”s modern day revival, now in its second season.
This isn’t about movies, but I do get movies in the mail, so…it’s soooort of about movies?
Judy knocks out all of Punch’s babyteeth while Shirley sits in the corner saying, “never, rarely, sometimes always would I knock a man’s teeth out.”
Less a review, more a dirge.
It’s “Hamilton.” That’s it. That’s everything.
I don’t remember losing my baby teeth, but I remember having my wisdom teeth yanked from my face, and let me tell ya, one thing has nothing to do with the other.
It isn’t Juneteenth anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t or shouldn’t enjoy this movie, and also enjoy this conversation with its author.
It’s time I admit that I’m probably always the wrong person to review anything Ryan Murphy writes or directs.