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.
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?
I was surprised to learn how many movies exist with a variation on this title. It’s…more than one.
Look, don’t get all mad at me, it’s literally true.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!