“Just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once, and before you know it your heart's worn out; and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now, there's sorrow, pain. Don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt.”
This was brought up in my last therapy session. Coincidentally, I started reading one of Bree Mays’ recent Substack essays the next…
I was missing a part of home recently: my church. I formed a lot of strong memories there, dated a couple people, led worship in my youth group, and did some stupid shit that I regret.
For as much as I turned away from Christianity at this point and as much as I’ve changed a lot from who I was, I still miss little parts of what I had there. So I turned on a Sunday Service livestream to check…
What makes this Mummy movie Lee Cronin’s? As someone who has only seen his movie Evil Dead Rise (a film I very much enjoy), it’s admittedly weird to already see his name embedded into a movie’s title. It assumes that Lee Cronin has or will have a signature style that only he could tell within the confines of a Mummy movie.
So what does he want to tell? Clearly another Evil Dead movie.
Demonic possession and nasty gore are the name of the game…
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