There are three certitudes in life: death, taxes and that the Predator handshake scene is always satisfying to watch.
There are three certitudes in life: death, taxes and that the Predator handshake scene is always satisfying to watch.
A too little, too late getting-to-know review of Mac Miller’s Swimming.
Cultural revolution notwithstanding, Black Panther is better than most Marvel movies in general.
Lost Films is a fine spiritual sequel to Lost Signals, headlined by terrifying tales from David James Keaton, Leigh Harlen, Bob Pastorella and Andew Novak. Another fine PMMP release.
I thought this would be a fun throwback movie. Man, I was so wrong.
I did not expect that going in, but this movie’s pretty great for what it is.
I have notoriously little patience for fantasy novels and, unfortunately, this one wasn’t so different.
This film is greater than the sum of its parts. It’s a straightforward biopic about a band and a legacy that’s is furthest thing from straightforward.
This movie is basically saying that video game nerds are broken, inept people that will one day usher a dystopia if we let them create companies.
Ed McBain was the master of throwaway thrills and The Mugger doesn’t disappoint.
This movie is probably way more enjoyable if you haven’t read Charles Willeford’s standout novel it’s based on.
Trevanian is largely forgotten today, but his books still kick ass close to 50 years after publishing.
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.
