Masters of the Universe, or, He/Him-Man
Masters of the Universe is loud and dumb and colorful and doesn’t need to exist. (Spoilers, I guess?)
Widow’s Bay 8: Bye-bye
Recap of episode 8, which perfectly executes on another horror genre while also demonstrating how mystery series should work (Spoilers)
Why Mark Duplass, Though?
A short (I promise) tangent about the Backrooms movie and the ripple effects that result from adapting a story. (Spoilers)
One Thing I Like About Backrooms
Backrooms is like if you explained creepypasta to a production company that didn’t know what it was, and then asked them to make a movie of it
Tuesday Tune Two-Fer: Pick-Me Boys And Girls
Two tunes for a baffling and a little dispiriting primary election
Soarin’ Across An Imperfect Union
Thoughts about Disney’s stab at patriotism for the USA’s 250th, and whether it makes any sense to be celebrating the current version of America
Deep Red, or, Butterflies, Termites, and Zebras
Dario Argento’s giallo classic probably plays well for people who can appreciate style for its own sake
The City of the Dead/Horror Hotel, or, Read the room, Nan
A fun and atmospheric horror movie from the 1960s that might be of interest to fans of Widow’s Bay. (No significant spoilers)
