Per Matt Scott Derrickson’s Strange trip into the Marvel Cinematic Universe seems to have ended almost as quickly as it began.
What’s the commonality between death dates, an undercover hostage exchange that goes sideways, a doomsday theory and an industrial-sized box of crystal meth? They’re all clues used, in part, to define the season finale of Manifest.
Nicolas Cage has a career that has spanned as long as I can remember. Some of my favorites were Face/Off, Con Air and The Rock, mainly ’cause when I want an action flick, I do occasionally want a believable, non-roided-up… Continue Reading →
Hey, remember the ’90s? Back when every one of Bruce Willis’ movies made $100 million and Brad Pitt was just beginning to flex his acting muscles (that’s Mr. Oscar Winner to you these days). I really feel like Goat Boy,… Continue Reading →