There are very few times in cinematic history that have caused me to shed tears. I get wrapped up in movies, but I almost always have a disconnect between myself and the characters. Occasionally, I get wrapped up in the… Continue Reading →
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.