Hey, my name is Richard Foltz. I refuse to use my first name because it is the name of frat guys and surfers, so...
I've written for years and currently work as an editor for my university's newspaper.
The burning of witches and the history of Holocausts forgotten
There’s this meme that has made its rounds on social media regarding witches and the people that burned them. The comments are obviously filled with people pointing out that no witches were actually burnt here in the U.S. (but they were in Europe by the tens of thousands) and then the rest of the discussion is usually filled with lots of people agreeing and stating again and again that “no witches were burned”. But again, they were in Europe by the thousands.
No, ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ isn’t as bad as they say it is
I don’t like doing reviews. Mostly, it’s simply because no matter how objective a person intends to be, subjectivity is bound to creep in. Plus, it’s art, goddamn it. Even if it’s a big-budget film, it’s still the work of a lot of people sitting down, by themselves or with their collaborators, trying to say something. It doesn’t always work, but even then — as the films of Ed Wood or the bevy of amazing, but technically “bad” monster movies and slasher films can attest to — it’s still art. It still means something to somebody or someday might.
How ‘Clerks 3’ triggered my PTSD and other stories about almost dying
Listen, this isn’t a clickbaity article about how bad the movie is because it’s not. And frankly, I don’t know if I have PTSD, but I don’t think it’s normal to not be able to control your emotions a day after watching a movie about a guy dying of a heart attack. And to instead spend that day crying and getting unnecessarily angry at random things.
The Racism Behind Fans Upset Over Casting For ‘Rings of Power’ and Why They’re Wrong
Let me first explain that I am very much a fan of “The Lord of the Rings”. I’m not just somebody who saw the movies a couple of years back and decided that it was my favorite movie series.
Why does everybody love Eddie Munson in ‘Stranger Things’ so much?
I know what you’re thinking. It’s not that hard to understand why Eddie is so popular. Like a lot of the characters on Stranger Things and on other shows he has all the telltale characteristics of characters we are often drawn to. He’s super nice and lovable and has memorable and often humorous lines. He’s the type of person we aim to be: he loves himself in all of his eccentricities and he’s comfortable in his own skin. But he also has insecurities and (spoilers ahead) he makes righteous sacrifices. Also, he played some bitchin’ licks. Mystery solved, Sherlock.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Luckily, I can’t scream. But they can. Now, let me stop you before you freak out, this isn’t a HAL situation. And yes, I have seen that. I’ve also seen The Terminator movies, which are…fun but not realistic. I mean, no offense to humans but if somebody is going to destroy you, it’s probably gonna be you.
Finding Empathy: Jojo Rabbit’s Take on Repeating History
“The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way,” said Charlie Chaplin, famed silent film actor in perhaps one of the earliest memorable speeches ever put to celluloid. Chaplin was addressing an English-speaking audience in late 1940. At this time most of Central Europe was under Axis control.
Why “Joe Pera Talks To You” makes you feel so many things
Today on Instagram Joe Pera announced that his show “Joe Pera Talks With You,” was canceled. The show was created by Pera who played a high school music teacher in Marquette, Michigan, a real town in Michigan’s Upper Penninsula. It featured comedians Connor O’Malley ad Jo Firestone who played his raucous car mechanic neighbor, and his girlfriend and choir teacher respectively.
He set down the Medegan insulated pitcher in the passenger seat, the kind you get in the hospital that’s usually filled with crushed ice and a smidge of water because it was a few inches too big for the cup holder, the crazy accordion-style straw sticking out like an austere antenna. His ex-wife had stolen the pitcher for him from a hospital, despite saying it was weird he wanted it when he’d had his gallbladder removed. He sighed, taking in a long, calming pull of polluted and fart-tainted Toyota car seat air, and pushed the button to start the car. The sound of loose metal rattled as the car sprang to life and he was off.