I loved 2023. I loved the fast-paced car chases through urban streets. I loved sieging mansions, taking out each machine gun-armed guard in my path. More than all that I loved my wife who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, but somewhere deep down I know she’s still alive and I have to get her back.
Gear up, take the cigarette out of your mouth, flick it toward the conveniently-placed trail of gasoline behind you, and let’s walk in slow motion through another year of action movies.
There’s no shame in milking nostalgia out of a Christian ska band’s song about pie.
Your friends want souvenirs? Bring them Norse Airlines pamphlets. They can drop the $350 and see Europe themselves.
I like trains a lot but I’m not obsessive about them. What I am obsessive about is disliking cars.
Does the world need any of these TV shows and movies?
If two Suicide Squads, a Joker, and a Harley Quinn movie in the span of five years taught us anything, it’s that we don’t come to Batman for the hero
Acceptance is the first step toward healing, and it’s time to accept that my favorite band is done.
Sit back, grab a gun, fire it from a speeding motorcycle, crash through a window and review the year in action