It all comes down to this! Feld-Month covers Corey Feldman and his scantily clad all-female backing band Corey's Angels' shamelessly entertaining, as well as just plain shameless, Branson, variety-show-style two-hour-plus live extravaganza in Atlanta. It's uh, well, it's something. Just read!
Read MoreNot gonna lie: the first Corey Feldman movie of Corey Feldman month kind of broke me. This may be an ending as well as a beginning
Read MoreWas making July Corey Feldman month a terrible mistake? Probably.
Read MoreThe ongoing mistake that is Corey Feldman month continues with his directorial debut, a dreadful, cut-rate Naked Gun knockoff, but with tons of boobs! Who thought this was a good idea?
Read MoreIt all comes down to this! Corey Feldman bares his soul and shares his truth in his surprisingly riveting tell-all of addiction, abuse and survival. The best possible book with the worst possible name.
Read MoreIn 2017, the two Coreys aren't Corey Haim and Corey Feldman but rather the two Corey Feldmans, one of whom (that would be the bad Corey) is really fucking things up for the good Corey
Read MoreA new column on work I did outside of Nathan Rabin's Happy Place begins with an exhaustive rundown of the many, many pieces I've written about Corey Feldman and Corey Haim elsewhere
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