Ari Aster has been on a heater lately. Hereditary turned grief into a haunted house you wear on your face, Midsommar made broad daylight feel like a nightmare you can’t blink away, and Beau Is Afraid… well, that one wasn’t… Continue Reading →
My first cult experience was the Cult of Jon. It happened at Dragon Con, somewhere between the endless escalator rides and the late-night panels, where everyone pretends they’re not running on three hours of sleep and sheer nerd adrenaline. I… Continue Reading →
