*Disclaimer: This is a semi-rewrite of an earlier article on my blog.  This one’s better. * I don’t know anyone who does not have a soft spot for some real badass villains. Who’s the best part of Robin Hood: Prince [...]

The night that I went to see Les Miserables is a night that will live in infamy.  Not because of Russell Crowe’s total lack of emotion, or the fact that the movie went on, and on, and on, and ON.  [...]

I am not, by and large, an angry person.  I’m actually a very happy person.  You should see how I smile when the first bars of Psycho play.  So when I seem angry here, I’m usually just annoyed, or snarky, [...]

In my Scottish History class at university, my professor began the class by putting a picture of Mel Gibson as William Wallace up on the screen. “Who is this?” he asked. “William Wallace!” someone responded. “No.  THIS is Mel Gibson [...]

As you may or may not know, I am a chick.  And as a chick, I like all the things that chicks like.  I like kittens and puppies and rainbows and unicorns that vomit rainbows and poop gumdrops.  I like [...]

“I did not achieve true facial symmetry until I grew the mustache.” – Hercule Poirot, Man of Mustache Last week, Jessica gave us her Best Beards list, which prompted me to go ‘OMG, I can do Best Mustaches!’ (Literally – [...]

*Disclaimer: This editorial has no intellectual value whatsoever. I am a connisseur of badassery.  I love badasses.  Badasses are not just people who are tough, who get beat up and take a beating; they are the ones with flair, the [...]

With Man, I Love Films month of lists slowly winding down, I feel that it’s time to talk about the list that everyone argues about, from the moment of its announcement to the aftermath of its ceremony. In case you [...]

Where were you when it happened? Do you remember? Were you sitting in the car, listening to NPR on your way to work? Were you crouched before your television set at 5:30 in the goddamn morning, eating your Lucky Charms? [...]

It seems that I cannot escape from Quentin Tarantino (or QT, as I like to call him when we have our early morning drunk-dials).  I was all set to talk about how Peter Cushing is more of a badass than [...]