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Rosemary’s Baby is near perfect cinema. As graceful a terror as Hollywood has ever seen, the story of Rosemary and her ill-gotten baby has captivated me my entire life.

In my early years, my fascination is with Mia Farrow’s performance as Rosemary. She has a soft-spoken allure that veils the fierce survivor she proves herself to be later on. She is earnest, which is disarming, so when Rosemary’s world begins to spiral out of control, I find myself spiraling with her.

Yet, Rosemary is not a defenseless damsel. She’s naturally curious and is perpetually pulling at loose ends of the…


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Photo by Ant Rozetsky on Unsplash

I imagine humanity on the shore of a great beach. There are people in every direction; in fact, every person that has ever lived is here. We’ve already taken our first steps towards the horizon. As we wade into the waters, we are struck by monstrous waves. These waves crash against our bodies and push us back. They are relentless and oppressive, and some of us will be consumed by them. Humanity will always have those that ride the waves of chaos to their power. And yet, we swim. …


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I have this friend Victor, who knows virtually nothing about Hollywood. He knows even less about actors and the movies they are in. He’s the type of person whom you could hold up a photo of Brad Pitt to his face, and he would look at it for a moment and go about his day. Never once wondering who that dashing man in the photo was. This, even though I have dragged him to the movies on many occasions, I’m sure Brad Pitt has been in at least some of them; I go to the movies a lot. He has…


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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of going to outer space to experience total disconnection. As a kid, I would watch videos of astronauts doing their spacewalks; it always struck me how casually they’d untether themselves — their last thread to humanity unfastened as casually as a seatbelt. Total disconnection from everything they’ve ever known, everyone they’ve ever met, just another celestial body sailing the cosmic waves. Even the idea of it even now drives my imagination wild.

It’s taken me many years to recognize my impulse to detach is, in part, my…


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The first time I had ever heard of The Shining, it was because my older brother, who was 12 years old at the time, came to me in a breathless panic. He had fallen asleep on the couch while watching Die Hard, and as luck would have it, The Shining was the next movie to play. He heard a woman’s laughter coming from the TV, and his eyes shot open. On the screen, a naked, bloated hag of a woman was shuffling towards him, mocking him with laughter as she stared into the camera. It was the dead bathtub lady…


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When The Lighthouse finished, I was left bewildered. What had I just witnessed? Certainly, something momentous had occurred, but for the life of me, I couldn’t put my finger on it. The film is replete with innuendo. Its suggestions so cryptic, its barrelchested exterior so bald-faced. On its surface, Robert Eggers’ newest opus can be likened to his debut film The Witch. Both peddle in isolation, superstition, and paranoia. …


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Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola don’t like your movies. Well, technically, Scorsese is dismissive of them, Coppola flat out hates them. But before getting into all of that, I want to say upfront. If someone doesn’t like your movie? Their loss, move on. These guys are just two old directors with opinions, why do you care? But for the sake of this piece, let’s say you do care, let’s unpack this a bit.

So that you know I’m a Marvel zombie from way back. Seeing Captain America be the badass I always knew he was on the big screen…


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The OCD Loop

I hadn’t realized this for many years, but recently, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder that targets my video game life. My particular brand of obsessive-compulsive disorder or OCD is what I call “clean-slating.” This is a term I’m using because while there is a plethora of information about OCD on the internet, not too many of them touch on this particular brand of it. In fact, in my research, I’ve managed to find just two pieces that come close to describing what I have. …


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The gang’s all here

I’ve been having a blast playing Apex Legends and it’s in large part due to the versatile ping system Respawn has cleverly implemented. Being able to communicate with your team without voice chat has been a boon. If you’re like me, you hate the nonsense that can go on during some online games. People can be overbearing, barking orders and micromanaging, immature idiots can be abusive to everyone around them, and that can be discouraging to someone like me that really likes to communicate while playing online. Being able to call out points of interest, enemy locations, or point at…

Jason Almenas

I write about movies, and whatever else comes to mind. Maybe a short story one day.

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