I still remember seeing the trailer with my dad at the now gone Southbridge Theatre in Littleton, Colorado. A man with long, intimidating scissors for hands is welcomed into a neighborhood, falls in love with Winona Ryder, and tries not to slice the locals during the introductory handshake. After the preview, my dad was quick... Continue Reading →

Some people have a writer in them they need to let out. Some write about fly fishing. There's a nice man I follow who writes about his latest barbecue chicken rub. I do movies. A good majority of bloggers choose to write about movies too. Some write well. Some try well. I'd like to think... Continue Reading →