t stands to reason that movies existing more for their merchandising than their merits tend not to be well received by critics. If your weren’t a Michael Jordan fan, Space Jam wasn’t your…well, jam. But this was the 90s. Who wasn’t a Michael Jordan fan?
I love vampires. I mean, really. I love high-holy asskickery. I love moral qualms. I love vicious sociopathic killers. I love those looking for redemption. My only criteria seems to be they have the potential for immortal life and feed off some aspect of humanity, be it blood, emotion, or culture. So, I present to […]