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.
Nicolas Cage has a career that has spanned as long as I can remember. Some of my favorites were Face/Off, Con Air and The Rock, mainly ’cause when I want an action flick, I do occasionally want a believable, non-roided-up… Continue Reading →
Hey, remember the ’90s? Back when every one of Bruce Willis’ movies made $100 million and Brad Pitt was just beginning to flex his acting muscles (that’s Mr. Oscar Winner to you these days). I really feel like Goat Boy,… Continue Reading →