I love some gore. Peter Jackson’s 1992 gross-out flick Braindead is my number one zombie movie. The Thing is one of my favorite films ever. I’m currently being delighted by the absolutely horrific goings on in season four of From. Please know that when it comes to grisly violence, I’m no prude. Yet, when I watched last night’s lengthy reveal of Insomniac’s Wolverine, I emerged exhausted and disappointed by the bloodshed. And I think I know why. Like most sentient people, I’ve long admired the films of David Cronenberg. To be overly obvious, The Fly is my favorite of his works, but...
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