Per Matt Easy like Sunday morning may evoke thoughts of peaceful weekends, where one can ever-so-briefly get away from the rat race, and perhaps relax a little. Naturally, I chose to spend my Sunday morning watching something a little out… Continue Reading →
What’s the commonality between death dates, an undercover hostage exchange that goes sideways, a doomsday theory and an industrial-sized box of crystal meth? They’re all clues used, in part, to define the season finale of Manifest.
Let me be honest, I’m not normally a fan of films with subtitles. It’s just that I’m a tad unable to pay attention to all of the details in a film that are important to me, if I also have… Continue Reading →