Alex Ashmore
<strong>Co-Founder & Resident B-Movie Maestro</strong>
Alex is the other half of the Planet of the Capes brain trust, an unrepentant champion of the weird, wild, and occasionally wobbly world of cinema. If there’s a mutant shark, shambling zombie, or spandex-clad saviour on screen, he’s already there with a slice of pizza in one hand and a pile of shellfish in the other. His natural habitat is somewhere between the bargain bin of forgotten VHS treasures and the plush stadium seating of the latest superhero blockbuster, happily dissecting both with equal enthusiasm.
On PotC, Alex’s reviews carry his signature mix of enthusiasm, irreverence, and razor-sharp observation. He’s the sort of critic who can appreciate a film for its high-gloss CGI spectacle while also championing a micro-budget zombie flick held together by duct tape and sheer willpower. To Alex, guilty pleasures don’t exist — only pleasures. Whether he’s waxing lyrical about practical gore effects, celebrating cult horror oddities, or tipping his hat to the sheer audacity of a studio tentpole, his voice is equal parts fanboy glee and knowing wink.
From campy creature features to caped crusaders, Alex isn’t here to tell you what’s “worth” watching — he’s here to remind you that sometimes the best movie nights are the ones that mix the ridiculous with the sublime.
Alex Ashmore
<strong>Co-Founder & Resident B-Movie Maestro</strong>
Alex is the other half of the Planet of the Capes brain trust, an unrepentant champion of the weird, wild, and occasionally wobbly world of cinema. If there’s a mutant shark, shambling zombie, or spandex-clad saviour on screen, he’s already there with a slice of pizza in one hand and a pile of shellfish in the other. His natural habitat is somewhere between the bargain bin of forgotten VHS treasures and the plush stadium seating of the latest superhero blockbuster, happily dissecting both with equal enthusiasm.
On PotC, Alex’s reviews carry his signature mix of enthusiasm, irreverence, and razor-sharp observation. He’s the sort of critic who can appreciate a film for its high-gloss CGI spectacle while also championing a micro-budget zombie flick held together by duct tape and sheer willpower. To Alex, guilty pleasures don’t exist — only pleasures. Whether he’s waxing lyrical about practical gore effects, celebrating cult horror oddities, or tipping his hat to the sheer audacity of a studio tentpole, his voice is equal parts fanboy glee and knowing wink.
From campy creature features to caped crusaders, Alex isn’t here to tell you what’s “worth” watching — he’s here to remind you that sometimes the best movie nights are the ones that mix the ridiculous with the sublime.
