If you close your eyes as the credits roll, you can hear the thunderous roar of the collective orgasm of thousands of Viking Metal dudes in Mjolnir necklaces and Amon Amarth t-shirts echoing through the halls of Valhalla.

A slasher that subverts all expectations by turning the spooky naked grandma trope into the spooky naked horny grandma trope. Sex sells. 🤷🏻‍♂️

The good news is that I’m pretty sure Sam Raimi fought Kevin Feige across the multiverse for creative control of Doctor Strange. The bad news is that we’re not in the universe that Raimi wins.

Heaven is a field of golden wheat where Ennio Morricone commands a choir of angels who welcome Terrence Malick as your new god.

Thank you Hollywood for reminding me that behind every successful child there’s an abusive parent.

The human body is born with a 0.05% Mads Mikkelsen deficiency. I recommend watching Mads dance several times a day. No Mads after 8 pm, and none on the weekends.