Back when I owned my comic book store, my buddy Ryan and I sometimes ran across the street to the convenience store for lunch. One day, I grabbed a turkey sub (complete with pickles, mustard, relish and bacon) and Ryan… Continue Reading →
My first trip to IKEA felt like stepping into a maze designed by someone with some serious anti-social issues. I figured I’d be in and out in no time. I had a plan. I knew exactly what I needed, and… Continue Reading →
One of the things I love most about the horror genre is discovering how different countries approach it. Japan has given us vengeful ghost stories. Italy helped define the giallo movement with stylish murder mysteries drenched in blood. France pushed… Continue Reading →
Back in 2019, I found myself in a place I wouldn’t wish onto anybody. I was recently divorced and my house felt less like a home and more like solitary confinement. The silence wasn’t peaceful. It just sat there, heavy,… 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 →
Years ago, after watching Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003), I was pleasantly surprised by the overall outcome (it isn’t perfect by any means) as I departed the movie theater. The once-proud franchise that had remained dormant for 12… Continue Reading →
There’s a certain kind of commitment that comes with watching a foreign horror film. It’s not just pressing play and zoning out while scrolling your phone during the slower moments. You’re locked in. You’re reading every line of dialogue. You’re… Continue Reading →
There’s an old phrase people like to say when they walk through an aging home: “If these walls could speak…” Usually it comes with a smile, a nostalgic shrug, an acknowledgment that a house holds stories long after the people… Continue Reading →
Regret has a way of making the past feel like a mistake that could be corrected if we were just given one more chance. We replay moments in our heads, convinced that a different choice or a better version of… Continue Reading →