Going into 2026, I’ve found myself genuinely optimistic about the state of horror in a way I haven’t felt in a while. Not the cautious “maybe this year won’t be a disaster” optimism, but the kind that comes from looking… Continue Reading →
There’s a part of me that has always thought knowing the future would be the ultimate cheat code. No surprises. No wrong turns. No awkward moments where you realize too late that you absolutely should not have said that thing… Continue Reading →
As the 2025 awards season winds down, several trends have emerged. It’s been a great year for horror movies. More than a few would-be blockbusters absolutely flopped. The domestic box office is slowly creeping upward, thanks to the holidays, but… Continue Reading →
I’m starting to wonder if my movie tastes have quietly drifted out of sync with the critical consensus. Not in a “everyone else is wrong” way, but in that slow realization that the movies hitting me hardest are often the… Continue Reading →
I have reached the age where regret no longer arrives in loud, cinematic moments. It shows up quietly. In the pause before sending a text that never gets written. In the memory of a conversation I rushed through because I… Continue Reading →
I went into 28 Years Later expecting water. Clean, familiar, maybe a little stale from sitting out too long, but ultimately recognizable. I expected the cinematic equivalent of rehydration, something that would remind me why this series mattered, hit the… Continue Reading →
I grew up around faith the way some people grow up around fire. It was always present, always framed as protective and always capable of doing real damage, depending on who was holding the match. I watched ordinary people gain… Continue Reading →
Remote wilderness: A place where you can unwind with nature, not seeing or hearing another soul. It’s a peaceful promise, one which I recently accepted in purchasing a house on the outskirts of a suburban neighborhood; where I can still… Continue Reading →
There’s a tiny part of me, buried somewhere between the kid who grew up checking the mailbox like it was a treasure chest and the adult who still falls for “Maybe this one isn’t junk,” that secretly hopes one day… Continue Reading →
