When I’m not ranting about slasher movies or toddlers in stripper heels, I do occasionally do some legitimate sit-in-an-office work (though it still involves writing and futzing around on the Internet, so it’s tough to really call it “work” — somehow...

What does it mean when one of the most famous three-year-olds in the world is toddling around in high heels and designer coats? Nothing good, my friends. Nothing good. Check out my piece in today’s New York Post to read the full rant.

Horror movies are honest. They let you know exactly what they are from the get-go. Slasher flick? Gonna have a guy (usually) who stalks and murders a bunch of teenagers. Zombie film? You’ll have a smattering of undead making a play for any non-zombie...

I went on Mediabistro’s Morning Media Menu show this AM to talk with the smart and fabulous Jason Boog and Matt Van Hoven about China, infrastructure, and apocalypse porn. To listen, click here.

“The Fourth Kind” is just the kind of joyless tragedy porn that I love to write about — lame, ineffective, and a total victim of its own hubris. Also this one really needed a big fat dose of The Tipping Point (possibly the only time you will ever see...