I have lived my entire life under the foolish assumption that only the Big Sports are allowed to be ruthless. Football. Boxing. Hockey. The ones where teeth are lost, careers end on stretchers, and someone’s uncle still insists the game… Continue Reading →
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 →
