A thought that I’ve had more than once while watching and rewatching Gangs of London’s third season is that this series would have been better served if it had been conceived as an anthology show from day one.

A thought that I’ve had more than once while watching and rewatching Gangs of London’s third season is that this series would have been better served if it had been conceived as an anthology show from day one.
It is a hallowed tradition for the second movie in a slasher series to extend or repeat the original with more polish, more creative mutilation, more murders, more nudity, and more all-around fun.
What is the line between body mutilation that entertains or provokes me vs. disgusts me?
A couple of months ago, I visited Disney World in Orlando.
There’s a fine line between “soul-crushing slop” and “modestly enjoyable slop.”
There’s a scene at the center of A Complete Unknown good enough to justify the film’s entire existence.
“They don’t make ‘em like they used to.”
The kids who grew up watching Disney Channel sitcoms are now old enough to be directing R-rated comedies.
Final Destination doesn’t wear the iconography of a slasher.
The doomed Terra Nova expedition for the South Pole in 1912 ranks behind only one other event, the sinking of the RMS Titanic, in the public imagination of early 20th century English tragedies.