Ken Mooney's Blog

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, but over the last few hours, have had a few thoughts about writing and committing to some stuff. I don’t like the idea of commitments when it comes to writing, especially since I find it takes some of the energy and the creativity out of the artistic experience. Blahblahblah, I don’tknow how truly I [...]

I didn’t get to see Terminator: Dark Fate opening weekend, and it didn’t bode particularly well that I hadn’t heard much about it once it opened: there were no outstandingly amazing reviews, no particular hatred, just…nothing. Sure, I didn’t go out of my way to find reviews or that, but I had heard or seen a grand total of nobody talking about this film. [...]

It takes a certain level of messy that, when I’m in the middle of watching a film, I’m just thinking about how problematic the story is. That was me when watching the 2019 take on Child’s Play, a film so frustrating on so many levels that I’m unsure how much is intentional. Because it has to be, right? A fresh take and something [...]

I like video-games; I like comic-books; I like stories. It should come as no surprise that I’d be interested in things that bring the lot of them together, right? Yeah, that’s a winner. Marvel Ultimate Alliance: The Black Order got announced back at the Game Awards of 2018, a Nintendo Switch exclusive that, to me, seemed both amazing and weird. Not [...]

That’s a far angrier title than I was expecting myself to write. But let’s be honest: Spider-Man is sort of doing a lot of film work recently. So much that it’s not even clear if he has time to do any superhero-ing. Spider-Man (not always the same one, mind you) has appeared in six films over the last four years, between his [...]

Despite some of my previous posts about the male body, (and the title) this is not a post about butts. But if you’ve seen Avengers: Endgame, you’ll see that maybe it could do. No, this is a post about grief. Anger. Survivor’s guilt. I wasn’t really expecting those things to be quite so prevalent in a superhero movie. Especially not one as  huge [...]

Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Are you that surprised? It’s not like I haven’t been going out and watching things . Or playing things. Or reading things. (Scrap that last bit. I have been more distracted by sudoku and picross/nonogram games of the last while to actually commit to reading anything in a while.) It’s more [...]

Yes, I’m right. This is not one of those posts wherein I wonder about things, where I review and I consider and I contemplate many things. This is one of those posts whereI moan about how terrible something is, and the subject of this ire and moan is The Happytime Murders. Yeah, I know I haven’t posted in a while. I don’t [...]

Who doesn’t love a good penis? Wait, don’t answer that question: there’s probably some sort of shame in your answer, the same type of shame I’m feeling for writing this piece. Not that penises themselves are shameful; it’s talking about them and showing them off that’s sort of frowned upon. Which is why it’s worth talking about this week’s episode [...]

According to Goodreads, I read Ready Player One back in 2012 in a two-day affair which, by my current standards, is incredibly good. Once upon a time, I could read a book in 2-3 days regardless of length, something that stood very well for me doing my degree in English Literature. Now, it’s more like weeks rather than days (but it is [...]