Movie Review: The Disaster Artist
The Disaster Artist is too invested in The Room for it’s own good.
The Disaster Artist is too invested in The Room for it’s own good.
Debating the merits (and lack thereof) of The Shining!
Mark Ruffalo is terrible as Bruce Banner don’t @ me
Hello, Guignoleers (does that work? It doesn’t. I’ll come up with something better soon, I promise)! I know most of you are around here for the relentless TV snark and shouting at Stephen King books, and I thank you for that, but what if I told you I wrote books of my own? And what if I told you that one of those books was coming out in a week’s time?
I don’t know what I fucking expected: PART 3
Here’s an article I wrote on Geostorm and why it’s a better movie than you think!
Alright, now, you know I love ripping the piss out of bad films as much as any reviewer does. A terrible movie is a certain kind of gift: flex your shitting muscles and get ready to crap all over a deserving release, whether it’s Suicide Squad or Nocturnal Animals. I get it. I do.

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Sorry I missed a week there – I’ve been busy with some other very exciting projects, including launching my new film site, No But Listen, which I would love for you to go check out (hey, here’s even an article about Stephen King!). But without further ado, now that we’re only a day away from Halloween and hyped with Stranger Things fever, let’s take a look at Stephen King’s seminal classic, Carrie.