“Selena: The Series,” a Small Disservice to Selena’s Legacy
'Selena: The Series' loses sight of the story's heart: Selena herself.

One of the most exciting things in the world is the very first time a horny gal jams her hand down the front of your jeans in order to get a grip on your trusty tool. (Nothing says, "I need your cock, like, now!" in quite the same manner!) When your special lady friend finally gets a firm grip on your junk and starts tugging like the world's tastiest dessert is only a few squeezes away, you can't help smiling and thinking about how right she is and how soon she's going to get exactly what she wants! Handjobs are the gifts that keep on giving and giving!
'Selena: The Series' loses sight of the story's heart: Selena herself.
I’m still trying to comprehend the psychological and moral implications of their fascination with each other, or why their almost written-in-the-stars depth of connection makes so much sense.
Lin-Manuel Miranda's Tony-winning musical translates beautifully to the screen.
Haven't you heard? There's a new horror subgenre: cerebral gore, that's probably been around for decades and we're now just starting to talk about it.
Evan Goldman, a child of divorced parents, is planning a memorable bar mitzvah for his 13th birthday. However, middle school has a few obstacles along the way.
The characters aren’t likable, the story is predictable and the humor is either disgusting, obnoxious, or uncomfortable. The Wrong Missy is a mess of a film and it’s not really worth your time.