Out of Sight has turned 20, but it aged like fine wine.
Dr. Peterson is not an alt-right ideologue or the paragon of reasonable left he claims to be. He’s an interesting and complicated in-between.
Don’t look at the cover. Buy it and trust me: Charles Willeford is going to kick your ass.
The best Travis McGee novel since the original, if you ask me. It treads a lot of new ground.
This album is a triumph of creativity, clever production and, well… pure evil, I suppose.
There are many documentaries about Norwegian black metal, but only one dedicated to their most iconic band Mayhem.
Our action heroes are inferior to those of the eighties and nineties and we’re (partly) to blame for that.
Ross MacDonald was undeniably talented, but was he really a mystery novelist?
In the glory years of world-weary private detectives, there was this dude writing about a bunch of cops.
Stoner/doom giants Sleep have awaken (pun intended) and are still awesome.
We have fond memories of this movie, but it really just bridged the gap between the two eras of the Die Hard franchise.
Sequels are usually a terrible idea, but Die Hard 2 found an interesting loophole so that it wouldn’t suck.
What better way to celebrate Die Hard’s anniversary than to watch it again to try and figure out the secret of its immortality?
