Pour one out for the superhero movie, which had a great moment once upon a time and has steadily lost that moment every year since.
Silence is golden, but also if you scream at the vengeful ghost of a murderous puppeteer, it is very bloody.
Drink with you? Well, if you insist!
Yeah, I’m not sure what it means to be the best bad movie, either, but nobody else does and hey: Let’s have fun.
Every guy. And every gal. And hell, everyone else, however they identify. These are good-ass ass-kicking movies, friends.
Cue comments about all the books I “missed” or “forgot” on this list.
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.
AKA, “Okay, Boomer: The Movie.”
Once more into the fray, writing about a movie for the second time in *ten years*.
Coming in just in time at (checks notes) a month and change since the festival wrapped.
A whole lot of TBD for 2022, but I bet most of them will hit theaters and somehow “Top Gun” won’t.
Turns out the worst person in the world is me, the guy who won’t update his blog because it’s too much work.
“Nicolas Cage / Nicolas Cage / You can keep your Brussels and Amsterdam / Give me back my summer in Dresden, man.”
Jockeying for a pig. Or pigging out with a jockey. Or how about one day I write an excerpt that’s actually good?
Out with the old, in with the new, wake up with a hangover, bud, that’s on you.
When it comes to movies, I AM the Cool Material team, and that’s a flex you can believe in.
It’s still technically the holidays, right?