The final corner of Netflix’s Defender universe was filled in last Friday with the lackluster release of Iron Fist.
Hugh Jackman has donned the adamantium claws and white tank/jeans combo of everyone’s favorite metal-laden mass murdering mutant for what he promises, and what seems pretty definite, the final time.
Perhaps more than ever before, neo-Nazis have taken a spotlight.
On one side, you’ve got folks who are legitimately fearful of the future. People who spent decades feeling unsafe inside their own country, only to be granted what is turning out to be a temporary reprieve.
David Haller has some problems. He can’t escape the voices in his head, and has been stuck in Clockworks Mental Institution for half a decade.
When my lady-love and I got in line for The LEGO Batman Movie, I had set the bar pretty high.
“Santa Clarita Diet” only popped up on my radar a month or so ago with a clever, minimalist ad campaign that gave away just enough to intrigue: this is a show where Drew Barrymore eats people, and Justified’s Timothy Olyphant plays her relaxed stoner husband.
Well, it’s official: Donald Trump is the least American American president in the history of the office. He has zero concept of what this country stands for, and the last week has gone above and beyond to prove that.
Here we are, barely a week into the Trump administration, and there is already enough going on to merit an entire section of the paper, let alone a single column.
Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, based on the books by Daniel Handler (pen name: Lemony Snicket) is an exercise in fantastically morose whimsy.