We all know that we are going to die someday. It could be tomorrow, it could be in half a century, but we do not know. Life is all that we know. And no matter how hard I try to […]
Less than 100 days have passed since the clock struck 12:00 AM on New Year’s Eve. And yet, it seems that entire lifetimes have passed by. I understand the frustrations of canceled movie premieres and concerts, but we must do […]
I was not always a fan of Jane Austen. If you could spot my nose behind a book, it would probably be behind something as serious as Virginia Woolf’s The Waves. I love her modernist style. Her novels are guides […]
The Lodge is one ugly, snarling movie. The type of horror flick that is not afraid to go there. And in some ways, it almost feels unnatural to watch it with strangers, much less write about it in detail for an […]
Life is pretty groovy in the California of Clueless. Grab a Birkin bag, if you can afford it. Wear a yellow outfit in plaid, if you can dig it. Don a pair of Louboutin’s with heels six and a half […]
A few weeks ago, I watched an interview with Emma Watson and British Vogue. In this interview, she shares so many beautiful ideas, all brilliantly wrapped in the passion of her words. One idea has stuck with me since watching […]
I watch Unaccompanied Minors with my family every Christmas. It is a tradition. And like with any family ritual, it has become such a well-recognized fact of the holidays that we do not even question it anymore. It is beyond […]
I cannot help it. No matter how hard I try to keep a straight face, these reboots continue to crack me up. Every single time. I walked into Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle a cynic and stepped out in relief. […]
As we approach the end of the Skywalker saga with Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker, we here at Full Circle agreed it was time to take a look back. Every day until The Rise of Skywalker‘s release, we’ll be discussing […]
I never played with Playmobil toys as a kid. I am not sure if I knew anyone that ever did. They were always in the periphery of my memory, always lining the shelves without a child to lovingly take them home […]
