Like us, some cats just want all the attention.
*Editors note: Leonard Maltin’s opinions are his own. He insisted on another column to which we begrudgingly allowed. Greetings, cinephiles, movie lovers, and misanthropes alike. It’s your old pal Leonard Maltin here, fresh from a long hiatus to bestow my infinite wisdom on our current times. I’m sure there’s a movie review or two hidden
I can remember in elementary school when we would exchange Valentine’s Day cards. We’d have packs of these small cards and distribute them accordingly. I’ve always been a card person and still have birthday, Christmas, Halloween, and yes, Valentine’s Day cards stuffed away in various boxes.
In case you didn’t notice, it’s 2021. We’ve taken down the Christmas trees, finished burning the Kwanza candles, opened our swimsuit calendars, and entered a new year with a fresh and hopeful perspective. Some of us, anyway.
An independent film crew ventures into the land of the occult and produces a movie best left unseen.