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Per Matt Jane Campion’s eighth feature film, The Power of the Dog, takes a bite out of love, grief and jealousy, as the multi-hyphenate filmmaker brings psychological torture to the American wild, wild West in this big-screen adaptation of Thomas… Continue Reading →
In the lead-up to awards season, there has been much buzz surrounding several films that, honestly, I had never heard of. We have contenders like C’mon C’mon, Flee and Tick, Tick BOOM! While many people would probably shun me for not… Continue Reading →
I am not a huge fan of fantasy-centric stories. I have watched mainstream stuff like The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but anything deeper than that is just lost on me. I guess it comes from not being… Continue Reading →
Per Matt A storm is a brewin’ in Season 2 of NOS4A2 and hell hath no fury like vampire back from the dead.
Per Matt Fanboys and girls were furious with Rian Johnson after he turned the Star Wars franchise upside down with The Last Jedi. I mean, those online petitions to remove Episode VIII from that galaxy’s canon didn’t sign themselves, you… Continue Reading →
Per Matt Growing up, long before dial-up modems were a thing and the internet was confined to the military’s ARPANET, the only way to access the information superhighway was by visiting the neighborhood drug store, grocery store and bookstore, where… Continue Reading →
Hypericon is returning to Nashville this weekend for three days of cosplay, fandom and the best of local sci-fi and fantasy on display. There’s going to be a little something for everyone, including horror fans. Among the panels, pageants, discussions… Continue Reading →
There’s a monster on the loose in 1896 New York City, but it’s human nature that’s the most frightening aspect of the limited series, The Alienist.
“All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.” ― Neil Gaiman, American Gods Chances are that if you keep up with this blog, then you also… Continue Reading →
When a book opens with, “It was dawn, and the Zombies were stumbling through the parking lot… Later they’d be resurrected by megadoses of Starbucks, but for now they were the barely living dead,” I knew I was going to… Continue Reading →