Sons of Anarchy: An open letter to Kurt Sutter
Dear Kurt Sutter, I know we don’t talk much. Some of that’s...
Dear Kurt Sutter, I know we don’t talk much. Some of that’s...
I’m sure some of you are aware of my mutterings and chin-scratchings...
A little known fact about me — besides me always putting my...
Everybody wants to talk to me about serials these days. It’s being...
You don’t know me and we’ve never met. As I’ve stated before,...
How did I spend Halloween? Oh, you know, the usual. Covered in...
Filmmaker and friend-of-the-blog Edwin Pagán of Latin Horror was recently featured in...
Horror, since the beginning of time when critics were invented to pee all over the things that we “common folk” enjoy, has been more or less relegated to the bottom-rung of every ladder in the entertainment industry. The genre, quite literally, gets no respect. Horror films, in particular, have been likened to pornography by many film critics. And, to be honest, there is a merit for the association.
Indie horror is a lifestyle. It’s what happens when writers and artists,...
Boy likes Girl. Girl is too old for Boy. Other Girl likes...