Here’s a shocker, most kids’ imaginary friends don’t actually go on murderin’ sprees. Journalism!
…man, that’s a pretty late mass.
Sounds like a lovely place to visit, except for all the goddamn trash.
This movie kicks ass.
Look, people are gonna like this more than me and that’s fine; no matter what, we all agree that this movie has the best title of any movie released in like the last 20 years.
Here’s a lesson in filmmaking language: It’s hard to make a screenlife movie interesting. But this one is!
“Best” sellers? More like “not the best” sellers, oh yeah, there’s that sweet burn I’m lookin’ for.
In which the answer to “who’s a good boy” is “nobody, there is no good boy.”
I mean, you can forget the saxophone; you had me with that extremely punny name.
I will tolerate no dissent on my opinion that this very flawed and ungainly movie is pretty darn cool.
God, yes, meta-docs, just inject that right into my veins, please.
I’ll probably be writing about this show forever, which feels appropriate because, y’know, vampires.
See, the title works because of racism.
In the same breath as I praise this movie, I also feel a whole lot of panic.
Have you seen “See”? Do you see what I “See”? See what I mean about “See”?
13,000 is, and I’m getting really technical here, a whole lot of goddamn feet to be at.
There’s never a bad time to talk about censorship, especially when you’re talking about horror!
Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz eeeeeeeeee bzzzzz
A good movie that reminds us maybe the movies aren’t always the safest place to be, especially when a killer is killing people in the audience dead.
Important journalism is interviewing cryptozoologists about whether or not putting cryptids in a zoo is a good idea or a bad one.