Author: Meg Shields

“Down here – you’re on your own.”

I’d like to think that, hot off his medical residency, George Miller turned to the nearest reflective surface and muttered to himself “Someday, you’re going…

How the ancient greek notion of guest-friendship persists through the unlikely vessel of a rural horror trope.

How the children’s animation of the ’80s made room for sadness, and what that taught us.

Or: how I learned to stop worrying and love the butts.

A brief history of bullet ballet in the West, and where it’s headed.

Moving from Miami to L.A., the film will reimagine the iconic drug lord as a Mexican immigrant.

“I cannot do both jobs to the level they require.”

Taking a cue from the recent video games, bad dad Richard Croft is finally getting the film treatment he deserves.