Slam Dance

Slam Dance isn’t quite a classic, but I definitely rank it as an unfairly dismissed and forgotten gem. How you feel about it depends largely on how you feel about Tom Hulce and Wayne Wang


Death Spa

In five minutes, you gave me Ken Foree in micro-shorts, full frontal nudity, and murder by steam room. By the time we got to the frozen flying eel, I was willing to pledge my very soul to you


Terror on Tour

One of the first heavy metal horror films, though it draws more from the Grand Guignol stage theatrics of KISS and Alice Cooper than the pentagrams and pantyhose of glam metal



If exploitation cinema can be traced to a single wellspring from which all its filth and fury flows, an argument can be made that said wellspring is Dwain Esper


The Kindred

This is one of those fragmented movie memories where the only thing I could remember was ‘Amanda Pays turns into a fish’ — and even that I convinced myself happened in Leviathan.