We live and die in the shadows, for those we hold close, and those we never meet.

This one hit me in the feels—and later, I’ll explain why. Legacy horror sequels are always a gamble, but Bloodlines lands on the right side of the odds. The story holds up, with no glaring plot holes (at least on first watch), and Death’s presence feels smarter, more deliberate—an evolution from previous installments.
But what really got me was knowing this was Tony Todd’s swan song. A horror icon gone too soon, and this was his final performance. You can…
Even more powerful the second time around. Knowing the nuts and bolts of the story allowed me to fully absorb the details I missed—or didn’t fully —on my first watch. This time, I could sit with the craftsmanship: Sean Baker’s direction, the nuance in the performances, and the quiet moments that hit harder with context.
One subtle detail I noticed this time involved the level of physical intimacy between Nora and Vanya throughout the film. It’s easy to overlook, but once you catch it, it adds a devastating new layer to the ending.
Fuck the Fellini festival!
Fun, sleazy, and gloriously over-the-top—Class of Nuke ’Em High is peak Troma. The acting is hilariously bad, the gore is wildly creative, and the whole thing runs on pure chaotic energy. Honestly, these high schoolers were mutants before the nuclear waste even hit.