Anaal Nathrakh don’t only peer in our uncertain future, they also peer into their own.
Anaal Nathrakh don’t only peer in our uncertain future, they also peer into their own.
If you’re tired of your same old nightmares, this book will give you fresh ones.
This is somewhat of a cerebral trip, but it’s worth watching for its exploration of sexual violence.
Finally a tough guy mystery that doesn’t feel formulaic and derivative.
This movie is insane and not in a good way, but it is so bad it becomes awesome at some point.
The Take me to Church guy is back and he wants you to know he’s not the Take me to Church guy anymore.
Better late than never. Homeland is coming back in February, so I got up to speed with season 6.
If you’ve read Laird Barron stories and are on the fence about his debut novel, don’t be. It’s awesome.
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.
