Unknowingly, I have become a big fan of ancient technology. After my mother passed away a couple of years ago, I inherited a few items that were incredibly sentimental. And because I’m a huge fan of nostalgia, I embraced them… Continue Reading →
When I was in high school, I worked at Video Quest, a small video rental store in my hometown. This was back before streaming services put thousands of movies at your fingertips. If you wanted to watch a movie, you… Continue Reading →
There was a night in college when my best friend showed up at my door, convinced he had cracked the code to winning back his ex-girlfriend. His plan was, in his words, “bulletproof.” We would drive to Myrtle Beach, stake… Continue Reading →
I was maybe 10 years old when I stumbled onto late-night cable TV. Not the stuff my parents wanted me watching, the weird margins of programming that existed between midnight and 4 a.m. Infomercials bleeding into public access. Commercials that… Continue Reading →
Rush Hour was my entry point to Jackie Chan, that perfect storm of chemistry, humor and controlled chaos that made you forget you were watching a guy improvise combat with furniture. Chris Tucker’s mouth and Jackie’s physical comedy created something… Continue Reading →
Every horror fan has one of those nights where you scroll endlessly through streaming services looking for something you’ve never seen before. You know the drill: The title catches your eye, the poster looks creepy cool enough and you think… Continue Reading →
Ever had a dream that is just completely crazy, yet vivid as a memory? Everything feels normal while it’s happening and only reveals its full insanity the second you wake up. In my dream (and I remember it so well),… Continue Reading →
I’m a huge fan of nostalgia. I love it, I overvalue it, but at least I’ll admit it. And as a Child of the ’80s who grew up without basic cable, I gleaned my sense of humor through Saturday Night… Continue Reading →
My love for campy horror runs deep. I mean, the kind of movies that know exactly what they are and never try to pretend otherwise. They are loud, messy, ridiculous and completely unconcerned with being taken seriously. These films are… 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 →