by KJ Doughton Slathered in peeling yellow paint, the building’s outside walls appear drab and benign. But looks can be deceiving. The interior of this building pulsates with the volatility and pain of a thousand exposed nerves. ...

by KJ Doughton During my late-’70s youth, Jaws chewed me up, spit me out, and left formative tooth-marks on my brain. The film’s terrifying set-pieces, rising from ominous build-ups to visceral shocks, continue to haunt my ...