I like it when movies take a big steamy exposition dump on my chest during sex scenes.

Shoutout to the person who I overheard say “I can’t believe Ryan Gosling would be in a movie like this” after a critic screening of Only God Forgives. I will never forget you.

I’m not a critic, but my rating for SUPERGIRL would be fresh

Dune, Avengers, and Werwulf all coming out within a week of each other means no Avengers for our humble two-screen. Big time shrugs.

Time for some GHOST GALLEON.

Cowards

Pete Hegseth is gonna push the wrong nerd into the reflecting pool and D.C. will finally have its Toxic Avenger.

The world cannot end before Nicolas Winding Refn’s Maniac Cop comes out. I simply won’t allow it.

I’m gonna need Gregg Turkington to review Buffet Infinity

If Jelly Roll and Bunnie XO can’t make love work, what hope do the rest of us have?

Love is your dog sitting outside the bathroom door while you poop.

Thinking back on the golden age of the UFC, when having Condom Depot dot com plastered on their ass was the only way for fighters to make any money.

I probably watched every major MMA event for 20 years, but it’s increasingly difficult to give a shit about any of it anymore. I didn’t watch that nightmare last night. As crooked as it was, I miss when the Yakuza was running things in Japan.

More like Zazie Beetz the shit out of a bunch of people, amiright

No team has ever come back from 4-1 to win an NBA championship.

Finally watching The Bride, and I’m gonna be honest with you. I. AM. INTO IT.

Falling asleep listening to the early On Cinema Oscar Specials. I plan on waking up tomorrow a complete psychopath.

Rise and shine motherfuckers, it’s time to take my MORNING PILLS 🎺🎺🎺

Cinema must never die.

I don’t mean to brag, but I’m about to finish reading a book.

Gonna need to buy a new shelf for my Vinegar Syndrome order that just shipped.

I wish we lived in a world with a Saturday morning cartoon based on Lucio Fulci’s Conquest.

The first file on the Disclosure Day hard drive is Open Caption and I don’t know which way is up anymore.

Do you think there’s a secret entrance to the Backrooms somewhere inside Smith’s Baby & Teen Kid Furniture from Detroiters?

Gonna curl up in bed tonight and watch Fulci’s He-Man.

At least we get a single-player Hellraiser game.

The people want Dootle Dots vs Dracula.

SHOCK WAVES, but replace all the Nazi zombies with Vin Diesel

First time watch: STRAIGHT TO HELL.

You ever break your foot, then hurt your back trying to do too much, causing a sciatica flair up in your other leg? I’m living large, friends.

Shoutout to BACKROOMS, which had the largest Thursday opening so far this year at my theater.

This has been one hell of a horror month at the cinemas.

Fairly certain the Backrooms is in the same universe as Detroiters.

Hey Disney, if you want Star Wars to make a billion dollars, I’ve got a sequel idea for you.

If some ghoul ever brings me back from the dead as an AI hologram at least give me abs.

Gearing up for our marquee to read “Mandalorian and Grogu Backrooms Obsession” tomorrow. Disney needs to grow a pair and make this movie a reality.

I wish they’d just give me the recipe, I don’t want to have to decode a fucking song to figure out how make sweet dreams.

It feels very weird rooting for the Knicks.

I guess I’ll watch episode 1 of The Boys. Seems like an ok time to do that.

You people weren’t kidding, DUST BUNNY really is wonderful. Feels like a live action Laika movie. I had a big grin on my face from start to finish.

If you put Lucio Fulci’s name on a movie, I am going to watch it. Them’s the rules. ESCAPE FROM DEATH time.

I want a series of Nice Guy Dredd movies starring Pedro Pascal. Also several more regular Dredd movies with Karl Urban.

I guess I’ll watch a Star War.

When people try to tell me Faces of Death is fake.

I probably haven’t seen FACES OF DEATH since I was 13. Time for a rewatch. And in 4K!

I’m being told the suggestion to cast Lupita Nyong’o actually came from the Helen estate.

Oh good a CM Punk interview

Oh good a CM Punk interview

Why the hell am I watching these Netflix fights. This is terrible.

I’m not a proud man, but knowing I loved Jennifer’s Body, Speed Racer, and Southland Tales when they first came out fills me with some kind of positive feeling.