Every guy. And every gal. And hell, everyone else, however they identify. These are good-ass ass-kicking movies, friends.
Oh, dear. Mr. Brody. How could you, Mr. Brody?
Cue comments about all the books I “missed” or “forgot” on this list.
Sometimes, two movies for the price of one isn’t really a bargain.
Life on Earth, the album: Good. Life on Earth, the thing that we’re part of: Jury’s out.
In technical sportsball term, the delay on posting this could be referred to as an unforced error.
You’re goddamn right it is (streaming, mind-blowing, sci-fi, and a thriller, but also horror).
Brum brummm, brum-brum-brummmmmmmm
Not the Jackson 5 song, though that song is great, but a Jenny Slate and Charlie Day rom-com. This is, in fact, a selling point.
I don’t always write my own headlines, and when I do, I usually say: Take it well-salted. A headline is supposed to be a little clicky. In this case, though, I think I agree, but it’s been so long since Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that I can’t say for sure. Still: It’s a reasonable …
One hop this time! Two hops this time! Three hops and a few hop products this time!
Let’s ramble on about one of my erstwhile favorites (that is still a favorite, just not a top ten favorite).
I’d say “who’re you callin’ old,” but I don’t want to get in an age contest with everyone who’s got a few years on me.
“You could travel the world / But nothing comes close / To the alien coast”
AKA, “Okay, Boomer: The Movie.”
Once more into the fray, writing about a movie for the second time in *ten years*.
Woody: Please stop.
Laurel Hell on Earth, and also in your ears.
Did my White Zombie reference land? You decide.