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 →
Every year I hand out my #HauntLife Movie Awards, a collection of completely fake, deeply personal honors that exist somewhere between sincere appreciation and gentle bullying. These aren’t about box-office numbers, Rotten Tomatoes scores or what film Twitter decided was… Continue Reading →
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 →
Can a house drive you crazy? I’ve seen plenty of horror movies in my time where that might seem to be the case, but usually there’s extenuating circumstances that usually feed into someone’s crisis, without it being a surface-level scenario…. Continue Reading →
I have always been more of a casual fan when it comes to MMA. Not the kind of guy who memorizes every fighter’s reach and ground-and-pound statistics, but the kind who enjoys catching a good fight night with friends or… 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 →
There are certain thoughts you never want to admit out loud as a parent. The kind that sit in a dusty attic in the back of your brain, where you hope they stay forever. But every once in a while,… Continue Reading →
I’ve loved classic movie monsters for as long as I can remember. Dracula, the Wolf Man, the Creature from the Black Lagoon… they were my bedtime stories, but Frankenstein’s Monster was probably my favorite. So, when Universal’s new Epic Universe… Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think, “Man, if I could just make a few tweaks, I’d be unstoppable. Maybe drop a few pounds here, add a little muscle there…” You know, the classic mental makeover montage where I… 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 →