Every December, just about the time the plastic skeletons are consigned to the trash, and the Styrofoam snow is dragged from the attic, something feels off in my brain. It has nothing to do with the cold or the darkness, but with the racket. The inbox deluge, the push notifications, the steady, r...

So Netflix is swallowing another giant, and everybody online is talking about stock prices and streaming bundles and whatever. I keep thinking about a very specific shelf in a very specific video store that stopped existing when I was about 14.  You know the one. Not the New Releases wall. The o...

When I was a kid, I could always spot the adult sellouts. The ones who stopped liking weird things the second someone called them weird. They traded in late-night creature features for football games, monster magazines for gossip. It wasn’t about growing up, it was about giving in. About believin...

Horror as Rehearsal: Finding Strength in Dark Times The world feels heavier these days.  You don't need to be a political analyst to sense it. Rights once thought untouchable are suddenly up for debate. People sit around wondering what will be stripped away tomorrow. It's the kind of dread that ...

If I had to name mine, I couldn’t pick just one. I’ve got a holy grail list. These are the ones I return to again and again: 1. Pumpkinhead 2. Halloween 3. Fright Night 4. Return of the Living Dead 5. It Follows 6. The Ring Why these? It depends. Some hit the nostalgia nerve. Some genuinely scar...

I watched a video by Morbid Zoo called "I want to talk about Elevated Horror" recently and I want to talk about it here. It digs into what a B-movie actually is, how we’ve misused the term, and what’s been lost now that horror mostly lives on streaming instead of in theaters. I’ve always loved h...