There are better ways to fall asleep at night, but there are also worse ways!
It’s hard being a good cop in America’s werewolf country, and I guess we can just leave that chad hanging there and walk away.
I dare ya, take your best shot, just TRY and oh man yup that’s scary, nevermind
Watching this show nearly left me in traction, so you better be grateful.
A metaphor about dog shit on your lawn turns into one of the most raw and beautiful debuts of the year. Imagine that.
Some utopia, everyone’s getting their throats stabbed or their eyes gouged out or their families killed. Bummer.
Not quite “Fleabag,” but almost like “Fleabag,” but without all the raunchiness.
It’s true: I did in fact manage to land one virtual film festival gig this year.
Glowing praise preambled with a mea culpa.
I have an old anecdote about Wil Wheaton that has stuck with me for over a decade, buckle up.
Hoooooo boy I did not like this bullshit at all.
I didn’t loathe the last Ryan Murphy show of 2020, but does that mean I liked it? Or that it’s any good?
You’d figure he’d be a horse, but no: He’s a MAN.
I might’ve under-valued this one, so you should all see it for yourselves and let me know.
Queue Thin Lizzy references from a hundred hack TV critics with clever to say.
In which Andy feels terribly underqualified to talk about the movie he’s talking about, but he talks about it anyway.
A slasher, but a slasher about *America*.
Y’know, a zombie invasion at this point in the year would just be par for the course, and also maybe preferable to reality.
It’s more of a bite than a kiss, but when the end result is you become a bloodsucking fiend, who’s keeping count?