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Knowing the Destination Doesn’t Make the Journey Any Easier in The Strange Dark

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 →

One Battle After Another Made Me Question Myself

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 →

The Plague Infects Teenage Traumas

Growing up in the ’80s without basic cable or the internet, summertime fun during my preteen years revolved around visiting the city swimming pools. You got exercise, the adrenaline rush from the high dive, to hang out with friends, a… Continue Reading →

We Bury The Dead Knows Where the Real Pain Is

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 →

The Baltimorons Make Holiday Emergencies Memorable

My sister and I are four years apart, so when I was graduating college, she was graduating high school. As a family celebration, we all took a whirlwind trip to Europe. Naturally, we wound up lost in a French subway… Continue Reading →

28 Years Later: Expectations, Reality and a Very Different Movie

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 →

Belief Is the Real Monster in Bugonia

I have a long, complicated history with group projects. Not the school kind, where some kid named Kyle shows up with nothing but a Capri-Sun and the confidence of a man who did zero work, but the adult kind: meetings,… Continue Reading →

Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 Turns Up the Terror and the Lore

I sometimes wonder if the universe is trying to humble me. Maybe I have gotten too comfortable sleeping through the night without worrying about animatronic animals attempting to rearrange my spinal column. Maybe life has gotten too peaceful, too quiet,… Continue Reading →

Influencers Is the Social Media Nightmare We All Deserve

I have always believed the internet brings out the absolute worst in people. Not even in the dramatic “someone is yelling in all caps about politics again” way. I mean the subtle stuff. The exaggerated selfie angles. The curated vacations…. Continue Reading →

Something of a Monster: Pregnancy Horror Still Has Teeth

I have a friend who is a full-blown, championship-level hypochondriac. You know the type. Every week they have discovered a new designer illness that sounds like something you would catch while backpacking through an ancient tomb. One minute it is… Continue Reading →

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