A ditzy waitress named Shirley May Holmes falls head-over-heels for Dorothy, a peppermint-clad pinup girl, but she has much to conquer if she wants to land a kiss from Dorothy's candy lips. Transphobic greasers, hetero-nonsense, and the nuclear blast itself will all come crashing down upon Shirley on this pivotal night... She may just need a little help to make it to sunrise alive.
When it comes the horror genre, I am VERY hard to please or impress, much less scare. Coming from a current mindset of appreciation for chilling, unsettling, tension-inducing efforts such as "Hereditary", "The Conjuring" (ONLY the first one to date, mind you), "Lights Out", "The Babadook", "Midsommar", "Talk To Me", "Oddity", "Bring Her Back", and the like
We are constantly being pushed to move on from mishaps and negative feelings. What happens if we're not ready to do so?
It doesn’t offer an absolute answer for the dialectical ethical questions that emerged in search of justice but portrays the characters as living people beyond the identities of victims.
Steven Soderbergh’s Contagion is a fan-favorite, as are some of the more science fiction angled movies like 28 Days Later or World War Z. I recently watched the 1995 Wolfgang Peterson-directed movie, Outbreak for the first time, which is currently available on Netflix.
An unlikely friendship changes the hearts of men, and helps a young boy come into his own.
