Retro Nostalgia to the Max!
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‘Ghostbusters: Year One’ scratches that nostalgic itch and provides a tantalizing link between the first movie and ‘Ghostbusters: Afterlife.’
Writer Robert Venditti and Artist Wilfredo Torres have produced a love letter to Richard Donner’s 1978 blockbuster in their six-part series ‘Superman ’78.’
Whether viewed as a momentary craze and product solely of its time or a lasting legacy of the power of exploitation, the lure and collectability of Pogs lingers on to this day.
‘Home Alone’ reminds us if you’re a mother, everything is your fault. And it’s still mothers who assume the heaviest load, especially now.
If there was one final mercy extended to customers it was that we were told when Skate Country would be closing. What person wouldn’t want to spend just a few more minutes with a dying loved one?
As lovers of movies like Star Wars and Alien and original series like Lost in Space, I think we owe it to ourselves to pay a visit to where it all began: Isaac Asimov’s ‘Foundation.’
It was a safe way to be scared. It transported the reader to a world of suspense and danger, yet that world was still secure. It was a much more innocent time for kids. ‘Point Horror’ fears were always conquered and understood in the end.
I wouldn't blame you if you told me you'd never seen Halloween III: Season of the Witch. Until a couple years ago, I was in the same boat. While I had an affinity for watching Jason Voorhees rack up the death count in Friday the 13th or cheering as Freddy Kreuger tormented souls in their dreams,...
The real creator of Star Wars, Star Trek, Alien, and even Avatar—and just about any other movie that deals with stars—is none other than novelist Isaac Asimov.
As big as a boat, as heavy as a tank, and reminiscent of a coffin-toting hearse, there was no greater status symbol signaling to the world “I am a middle-class suburbanite!” Here’s an ode to the wood-paneled classic.