Dedicated to movie nerdom, nostalgia, and escape. In the late 90s, I worked at Blockbuster Video where they let me take home two free movies a day. I caught up on the classics and reviewed theatrical releases for Denver 'burbs newspapers and magazines. Today, while raising two young, beautiful daughters with my amazing wife, I look forward to anything rated R and not Bluey. Comments and dialogue encouraged!
Film School 101. Alfred Hitchcock’s pièce de résistance. The Bates Motel. The shower scene. The shrieking strings in Bernard Herrmann's score. The Hershey’s chocolate syrup used for the blood. Norman Bates as the most terrifying mama’s boy. The iconic shot. Psycho is the black-and-white classic we turn to for horror movie reference without realizing it’s... Continue Reading →
Some of the movies on my list represent time capsules in my life. During my most vulnerable and insecure years in late high school through the beginning of college, Swingers became my remedy for the pain after a breakup with a girlfriend, or when I needed that cheering up Mikey gets from his buddies in... Continue Reading →
If you could blend the macho machismo of Commando (1985) with the Austrian accented one-liners of Predator (1987) and dab on top the sci-fi action of Total Recall (1990), you’d get the amalgamation of Arnold Schwarzenegger and all the magical ingredients it took to create his role in the baddest movie sequel ever made. All... Continue Reading →
At first, all we see are blurred images and sporadic darkness. Then, we realize we are looking through the eye of a man who is coming out of a coma. We hear his thoughts, vaguely see the frantic doctors and nurses observing him, and realize that he (we) cannot speak. We cannot move. This first-person... Continue Reading →
No time like the present, man. I remember when my high school buddy asked me, "Do you want to see a movie where all they do is talk?" It was my sophomore year, and such a question intrigued me because I've always had an inclination toward minimalism in movies. With a fair share of campy... Continue Reading →
Not the original, mind you. I always thought the mother culprit twist at the end was anticlimactic and cheap. I preferred my “bad guy” to be Jason Voorhees, and Part 2 had Jason (impossibly but movie-plausibly) hiding out in the woods, wearing a burlap sack over his gross, deformed face. The hockey mask didn’t come... Continue Reading →
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