I watched a lot of movies last year. Fueled in part by my wife being deep in the grad school grind (Nurse Practitioner, thanks for asking), as well as the settling in of a bunch of habits, barely a day went by in which I didn't watch some
"You ever hunt?...I think I like it..."
Until a few weeks ago, I'd never heard of the video game Iron Lung. Neither had I heard of the YouTube channel Markiplier, much less Mark Fischbach, whose name it bears. His feature film debut (which he wrote, directed, edited, and starred in) only came to my attention
"You are speaking to the Mercy Court. I'm AI Judge Maddox."
"I never / did believe / that I ever / could be saved / without giving / up all / to God."
"How's that?"
While the zombie movie refuses to die, it's certainly not thriving. In the years since the onset of COVID-19, only a handful of films featuring the archetypal monster in one form or another get released every year, and vanishingly few cause a stir. It should come as no
"Before we can fool others, we first need to fool ourselves."
If you're just interested in my top ten, you can skip my preamble and other categories by clicking here. As 2026 dawns, I'm less certain than ever where this art form I love so much is headed. The financial health of the business continues to falter.
"I have a purpose. And if you think that's some sort of blessing, it's not. It means I have an obligation to see a very specific thing through. And with that obligation comes sacrifice."
For the first time since the 90s, James Cameron has released two movies in the same decade.
"Juice is a privilege, and we don't drink it out of a dirty glass."