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 →
Queens of the Dead: Where the Undead Learn to Slay
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” That single line, whispered with mock menace in Night of the Living Dead, forever changed horror. It is amazing how a simple tease between siblings could ignite one of cinema’s most enduring legacies. For… Continue Reading →