By the time I graduated high school in May of 1996, the slasher genre felt like it was limping toward retirement. Freddy had cracked too many jokes. Jason had been to Manhattan. Michael Myers had already blurred the line between… Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
There’s a tiny part of me, buried somewhere between the kid who grew up checking the mailbox like it was a treasure chest and the adult who still falls for “Maybe this one isn’t junk,” that secretly hopes one day… Continue Reading →
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 →
I have always had a soft spot for stories that take something familiar and twist it just enough to make it feel new again. Give me a reimagined fairy tale, a sideways sequel, a villain-centric prequel and I am all… Continue Reading →
Like last year, the 2025 Nashville Film Festival once again proved itself as the premier film event in Middle Tennessee, drawing in cinephiles, industry insiders and first-time festival goers alike. The sheer range of films on display — from intimate… Continue Reading →
Ari Aster has been on a heater lately. Hereditary turned grief into a haunted house you wear on your face, Midsommar made broad daylight feel like a nightmare you can’t blink away, and Beau Is Afraid… well, that one wasn’t… Continue Reading →
My first cult experience was the Cult of Jon. It happened at Dragon Con, somewhere between the endless escalator rides and the late-night panels, where everyone pretends they’re not running on three hours of sleep and sheer nerd adrenaline. I… Continue Reading →
Some of the movies that have stuck with me the longest weren’t massive box-office hits or franchise tentpoles — they were the hidden gems that slipped under the radar and hit harder because of it. Films like Bone Tomahawk, which… Continue Reading →
Scream 7 Spills the Gore with Cutting Commentary
By the time I graduated high school in May of 1996, the slasher genre felt like it was limping toward retirement. Freddy had cracked too many jokes. Jason had been to Manhattan. Michael Myers had already blurred the line between… Continue Reading →