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This is both a good week and a terrible week. You’ll see why below.
But first – since this is Christmas Month – how about a list? Here are my favorite Christmas movies where Christmas is in the background but nowhere near the point of the film. Please to enjoy. [Read on here…]
I’m still full from Thanksgiving, boy howdy. My Mom cooks up a mean Turkey.
Welcome to the last month of 2014. Christmas is coming fast, and with it a new year. Jeez, this year swam on by. I guess the older you get, the quicker time progresses. I remember being a kid and feeling like it took forever to get through a year. Now, it seems like yesterday I was at Comic-Con. Oh well. Enough about that – let’s look at another light week. But one filled with one major, huge thing that I want – for no good reason. [Read on here…]
Happy Turkey Week my fellow Americans. For those of you in other parts of the world who have no idea and question my sanity; this Thursday a whole bunch of us will be sitting down with our gathered family members to eat a turkey, mashed potatoes and good ol’ American can-shaped jellied cranberry to celebrate ... something. I try and stay out of the politics of holidays when food is involved. In my world, it’s all about family. And the Dallas Cowboy and Detroit Lions football games. Did I mention we watch football games too. No? We do that as well. I don’t know why.
Anyway, in honor of this occasion, here’s a list of good Thanksgiving movies. In no particular order – thus, alphabetized. [Read on here…]
No list again this week – and no stroll down memory lane, either. This week is straight column with a full disc review on the side.
22 Jump Street – I can’t say I am too much of a fan of these films. The first one was cute and I remember scenes more than the movie itself. This one, I couldn’t remember a day after seeing it. Or did I see it? I don’t remember. See? [Read on here…]
Not only am I a huge movie fan – I also love to read. Novels, short stories and comics; I’ll read the back of a can of ravioli – I don’t care. My mother is mostly responsible. In my summers growing up, she would assign me books to read and for some reason I did it without argument. It was mostly the classics: Robinson Crusoe, Moby Dick, 20,000 Leagues – the good stuff. She would also filter in things like Jaws because she knew I loved monsters. When I started to read stuff on my own – unassigned – I gravitated to Stephen King, gobbling up his stuff like it was going out of style. [Read on here…]