Here’s a shocker, most kids’ imaginary friends don’t actually go on murderin’ sprees. Journalism!
In which the answer to “who’s a good boy” is “nobody, there is no good boy.”
I will tolerate no dissent on my opinion that this very flawed and ungainly movie is pretty darn cool.
In the same breath as I praise this movie, I also feel a whole lot of panic.
There’s never a bad time to talk about censorship, especially when you’re talking about horror!
Important journalism is interviewing cryptozoologists about whether or not putting cryptids in a zoo is a good idea or a bad one.
If you click the link to this review 5 times while staring in the mirror, I appear behind you and say “thanks for clicking.”
Leave all your comments about “Blow Up” out of here, thanks.
Seriously, what is it, can anyone tell me?
And yet: It’s a pleasure to watch. Lee bless.
Hell yeah, big boys.
Pretty sure Shakespeare asked a question like this once. Okay, sorry, I don’t have a good, witty excerpt for this piece, fine, you got me.
You haven’t seen this movie already?! Man, you really need to get a Klute.
God, please, take my mead, take all of it, if I never drink another glass of mead again it’ll be too soon.
Bravo, Bravo, take a bow.
A major catastrophe about a major asshole, directed by a major asshole and starring yet another major asshole, given new life on Blu-ray, where we can watch all of these majors collide – in two cuts!
When you are a horror journalist and you are also a dad, you think about movies like this one on Father’s Day. (And most days.)
Nothing amusing here at all, in fact, except for the story of how a bunch of Lutherans hired GEORGE ROMERO to make a PSA for them.
…and if you made it through that very long headline, here’s the article!