Finding a Place Between Dislike and Hate in The Lost City of Z

The first time I can recall a face sticking to the name Charlie Hunnam in my often unreliable memory bank was during a marathon session of Sons of Anarchy following its second season on FX (before it shit the bed with an Ireland misadventure). I was desperate for something to watch at that very minute… Read More Finding a Place Between Dislike and Hate in The Lost City of Z

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