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 reached the point in my moviegoing life where I no longer believe Nicolas Cage can take a bad role. Not because every film he appears in is great, but because Cage, himself, refuses to be boring. He does… Continue Reading →