Bloody Blog — review

If you’ve paid attention to anything I’ve written on this site, you know that I’m really bad at keeping up with modern horror releases.  It’s not that I don’t like the genre, to be sure (I write for this site, don’t I?), just that nothing has really captured my interest of late.  Then, a couple of months ago, I was reading one of the unavoidable “best ______ of 2016” lists talking about movies that no one saw.  There was a little flick on there titled Green Room that touted Patrick Stewart as a grizzled neo-Nazi, featuring Anton Yelchin (RIP, Chekhov) and Alia...

It was a wet but windless Friday evening in Pittsburgh when my companion and I arrived at the local theater. Anticipation built as we waited for our turn at the box office. It being the start of the weekend, the que ahead of us was comprised mostly of chatty teens and young couples. As we approached the ticket counter there was to be no argument. We were here to enjoy the latest M. Night Shyamalan picture. Having recently redeemed himself with The Visit, I had high hopes for what lay ahead. We entered a nearly empty theater that became uncomfortably crowded...

On Wednesday evening of last week I asked my significant cutter if she would like to go on a date to see “The Bye Bye Man.” My goal was to kill two birds with one stone, date night and a review for the blog. Everything was going according to plan when suddenly disaster struck. Her voice was as smooth as a used-car-dealer’s when she said: “You can say no but!   …Can we please go see La La Land instead?” Quickly followed by: “I’ll buy priority seating with the leather recliners.” I’m sure you know the rest. When Friday night came I found...

Hi everybody! I recently remembered that this sick-and-also-tight podcast has a blog, so I popped on over to check out what was happening. Then I saw the “M. Butler” byline and realized, oh shit I totally write those don’t I? Here’s where I insert a litany of excuses about why, but frankly, I’m sure none of you give a tin shit, so let’s just say that I was entertaining wealthy Saudi Arabian gentlemen on a boat and leave it at that. I’d like to use this re-entry to the world of writing on the internets to start what I hope might...