This might’ve been a movie about a sandwich, but it’s about a man. But that man also eats that sandwich, too, so win-win.
In my second Hidden Gems piece, I talk about…another Faye Dunaway movie. Not complaining, just stating the facts.
I was surprised to learn that this is in fact not a movie based on the Everclear song of the same name, but instead another entry in Gemma Arterton’s period movie resume.
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.
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.
In which I Peele back the layers on the Twilight Zone”s modern day revival, now in its second season.
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’s time I admit that I’m probably always the wrong person to review anything Ryan Murphy writes or directs.
5 bloods, plus all of the other blood shed by those first 5 bloods. Blood on blood on blood.
Don’t let the “victim” fool you. Roy Cohn was, is, and will always be viewed as a large diameter asshole.
Time to update Urban Dictionary, folks!
If you ever find a Netflix movie you’ve never heard of while scrolling for something to watch, my advice is this: There’s a reason you couldn’t find it.
Hinds has a new album out. That’s it. That’s the excerpt.
Oh man, did I ever get this one wrong once upon eight years ago.