Never has my inner middle school-aged child been so excited to review a movie that is completely centered around poop and the taboo it brings along with it.
Never has my inner middle school-aged child been so excited to review a movie that is completely centered around poop and the taboo it brings along with it.
Fake Blood left me in an extreme place of uncertainty and disbelief causing me to question all I had just seen for some time well after the film finished. Typically, this form of disturbance casts a negative view towards a movie, however, I cannot remember a time where I’ve had more fun watching a documentary about violence.
Altered Carbon is a show that I didn’t know I needed.
Badsville is a film best described to be the equivalent of a male’s version of a Sunday afternoon Lifetime movie. It has a predictable narrative. Bland, uninteresting characters that the viewer will find themselves not caring about and will be more likely to find joy in the end credits than that of the story’s resolution.
I’ve been doing the weekly reviews of Star Trek: Discovery, but another sci-fi adventure series came out this year that peaked my interest. While everything was on their mid-season breaks I was finally able to binge through Season 1 of Fox’s the Orville and compare the two series on how they embody the essence of classic Trek.