A Personal History of My Stephen King Obsession
My love for Stephen King and all his works began not with any of the iconic film adaptations, but rather with the thrilling, disturbing novel Misery.
Every Wednesday, Karenna shares her “pick of the week” for movie screenings you can catch nearby — both new releases and repertory screenings. As a devoted and (in her own words) quite annoying cinephile, Karenna focuses her blog on writing about films she thinks must be seen in theaters, blending her critical lens with her personal love for the theatrical experience.
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My love for Stephen King and all his works began not with any of the iconic film adaptations, but rather with the thrilling, disturbing novel Misery.
Truly great directors should not be afraid to fail, and we should support artists even when they do so.
My digital footprint contains no shortage of articles, essays, and rants about my second favorite movie of all time, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me.
Sometimes there is no salve as healing as an uncontrollable, guttural fit of sobbing.
The joy in discovering a new classic, a hidden gem that when it gets a wide release, will become the movie everybody’s been talking about, is a delicious, nearly indescribable high.
I find that the haunted house is merely an empty setting, waiting to be filled with dastardly, dreadful horrors any specific imagination conjures up.
I yearn constantly for theaters like the Brattle and the Coolidge Corner Theater to release their up
If there is a cure for loneliness, for being wrought with boredom and distressed in monotony, it can likely be found at the movies.
There’s merit in film as meditative art just as there is merit in film as entertainment.