Rose Matafeo

Actors tend to do stupid things. They drive drunk (I’m looking at you Amanda Bynes), they buy dinosaurs skulls for $276,000 only to find themselves broke soon after (I’m looking in your general direction NICOLAS CAGE), and sometimes they try to sing. It only takes one coked-out member of an actor’s entourage to suggest they record […]

I’ve always been a big fan of Alfred Hitchcock. My love for the Hitch probably began with the late night screenings of The Vault on TV1 hosted by Chris Knox about 8 years ago, where they’d play every awesome movie ever made from Duck Soup to Singin’ In the Rain to Holiday Inn (a great […]

I’ve become obsessed with the idea of going to Disneyland lately. I went when I was 16, but all I can really remember is being in line for the Indiana Jones ride for about an hour, buying a lot of fudge and feeling like I wanted to vomit on Main Street. In one of my […]

The biggest problem with falling in love with dudes from old movies is when you finally Wikipedia them and find out they died some time in the early 90s, and then you get really sad about it and watch tons of weird fan photo tribute slideshows on YouTube until you become tired and deluded enough […]

I own quite a lot of DVDs. I went through a big buying phase when I was younger that I am since over (apart from the other day when I bought both seasons of Downton Abbey as well as the soundtrack because I was having a little mental breakdown.) My best movies get placed in […]

I’ve never been a big New Year’s Eve fan. And no, I am not referring to New Year’s Eve, the movie that confirmed to the cinema-going public that Garry Marshall has gone full senile. I’m talking about the most anti-climactic holiday of the year. I usually spend the night at my grandma’s watching music video […]

Hello readers. My name is Rose Matafeo, and I love romantic comedies. Now, I understand that in my first ever blog post here on Flicks, this may not be the wisest thing to admit to. You people obviously have taste, not only in movies but the finer things in life. You probably enjoy reading Camus […]