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 →
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 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 →
I have reached the point in my moviegoing life where I no longer believe Nicolas Cage can take a bad role. Not because every film he appears in is great, but because Cage, himself, refuses to be boring. He does… Continue Reading →
I have always believed the purest horror is the kind that strands you in the woods with bad choices, worse friends and a killer who solves problems like a MacBook powered by evil. For me, Friday the 13th is the… Continue Reading →
There are certain thoughts you never want to admit out loud as a parent. The kind that sit in a dusty attic in the back of your brain, where you hope they stay forever. But every once in a while,… Continue Reading →
There are some life decisions you never expect to be part of the job description, when you sign up for adulthood. Taxes? Sure. Car troubles? Expected. Realizing I am finally at the age where my shoulders make more noise than… Continue Reading →
