Kills Me Dead

I need a hazmat suit.

There’s something Fight Club-y about this, and not in a good way.

For something I had no interest in seeing, I enjoyed this.

I don’t think I’m spiritual enough to love this.

I’m pretty sure that Michael Fassbender’s mutant power is his ability to impregnate entire populations without even trying.

Despite the multitude of things wrong with this movie, I inexplicably liked it a lot.

My fear of space is second only to my fear of the ocean, so the only thing that could make this more terrifying would have been space sharks.

The special effects are probably the only reason to see this.

This is precisely why you should sign your organ donor cards.

If you were ever looking for an Oedipal clusterfuck of epic proportions, this is it.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant