I’m a huge fan of nostalgia. I love it, I overvalue it, but at least I’ll admit it. And as a Child of the ’80s who grew up without basic cable, I gleaned my sense of humor through Saturday Night… Continue Reading →
Folk tales of vampires were whispered throughout Central Europe for hundreds of years before Bram Stoker put pen to paper for his ground-breaking horror novel, Dracula. With all of those stories come different versions of the blood-sucking monsters that audiences… Continue Reading →
I tend to lean heavily toward the science fact portion of science-fiction stories. A good space opera will definitely grab my attention, but it’s the real-world mechanics that really pique my interest on the big screen. Will humanity ever have… Continue Reading →
Regret has a way of making the past feel like a mistake that could be corrected if we were just given one more chance. We replay moments in our heads, convinced that a different choice or a better version of… Continue Reading →
The Marvel Cinematic Universe is suffering a bit of a rebrand at the moment after debuting multiple big-screen misfires (with the exception of the blockbuster Deadpool & Wolverine, of course) and some so-so small-screen series of Phase Five. The next… Continue Reading →
My love for campy horror runs deep. I mean, the kind of movies that know exactly what they are and never try to pretend otherwise. They are loud, messy, ridiculous and completely unconcerned with being taken seriously. These films are… Continue Reading →
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 spent a large portion of my life pretending to be things I am very much not. In middle school, I pretended I understood whatever band everyone else suddenly swore had “changed their life,” nodding along like I’d memorized… Continue Reading →
