Dedicated to movie nerdom, nostalgia, and soul invigoration. 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!
The End of Oak Street is an odd hybrid of Spielbergian nostalgia and the dark side of Jurassic Park. As I write this, I’m still surprised it isn’t rated R. In fact, I kind of wish it was more PG like The Goonies, which really should have been PG-13. What I’m trying to say is that I wish... Continue Reading →
As a boy who grew up in 1980s America, Star Wars was included in my DNA. Some proof of my passion for the George Lucas-inspired space opera franchise can be found in my childhood sandbox where my middle brother and I buried all of our action figures. We didn’t know any better at the time... Continue Reading →
The power of The Force was found in my in-law’s basement where my brother-in-law made room for everyone to team-assemble his latest LEGO set – the Mos Eisley Cantina: “I’m a collector,” he said as he opened the gigantic box and dumped the bagged 3,187 pieces on to the table. In the background on three... Continue Reading →
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