There was a night in college when my best friend showed up at my door, convinced he had cracked the code to winning back his ex-girlfriend. His plan was, in his words, “bulletproof.” We would drive to Myrtle Beach, stake… Continue Reading →
Every horror fan has one of those nights where you scroll endlessly through streaming services looking for something you’ve never seen before. You know the drill: The title catches your eye, the poster looks creepy cool enough and you think… Continue Reading →
How many times can you reboot or reimagine an intellectual property until the general public eventually refuses to watch the next adaptation? Disney executives want you to tune in for newest version of The Muppets, hoping you’ve already forgotten its… Continue Reading →
I’m a huge fan of nostalgia. I love it, I overvalue it, but at least I’ll admit it. And as a Child of the ’80s who grew up without basic cable, I gleaned my sense of humor through Saturday Night… Continue Reading →
My love for campy horror runs deep. I mean, the kind of movies that know exactly what they are and never try to pretend otherwise. They are loud, messy, ridiculous and completely unconcerned with being taken seriously. These films are… Continue Reading →
I have a long, complicated history with group projects. Not the school kind, where some kid named Kyle shows up with nothing but a Capri-Sun and the confidence of a man who did zero work, but the adult kind: meetings,… Continue Reading →
If you thought Napolean Dynamite was outrageous back in the day, but you were wondering what those types of characters were up to after high school, it’s time to take a trip to Tapawingo, where the small-town charm of a… Continue Reading →
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” That single line, whispered with mock menace in Night of the Living Dead, forever changed horror. It is amazing how a simple tease between siblings could ignite one of cinema’s most enduring legacies. For… Continue Reading →
Growing up, I didn’t just stumble into murder mysteries — I was practically raised on them. My mom always had the TV tuned to Murder, She Wrote, Matlock or Jake and the Fatman (a title that confused me for years as… Continue Reading →
These days, any movie linked to Blumhouse elicits an eye roll from horror fans. Once releasing hit after hit, the production company now prioritizes quantity over quality. That’s not to say there isn’t a banger or two sprinkled in. The… Continue Reading →
Queens of the Dead: Where the Undead Learn to Slay
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” That single line, whispered with mock menace in Night of the Living Dead, forever changed horror. It is amazing how a simple tease between siblings could ignite one of cinema’s most enduring legacies. For… Continue Reading →