One gets the feeling, however, that if a potential creator of outsider art suddenly found himself in possession of a movie camera, some plastic Dracula fangs, and half a dozen cheap novelty wolfman masks, the resultant film would look something like Shaitani Dracula.
The failure of A Chinese Ghost Story: The Animation wasn’t solely in the American arena, either. If Tsui Hark had been hoping to kick off an era of new Chinese animation, he didn’t pull it off.
You know, some days I have to try and find serious, thoughtful comments to make about films. Other days, I get to reviews films like Zombie 3 and this little gem from the collective mind of Lamberto Bava and Dario Argento. Lamberto, of course, is the son of Italian horror legend Mario Bava.
This isn’t really a Donnie Yen movie in the way Donnie Yen has been presenting himself in the last five or ten years. There is nary an open shirt, motorcycle jacket or MMA throwdown in sight.
World, you spoil us. No matter how much we’ve seen — and we have seen a lot — you always have something else waiting in the wings to delight and make jaws hang slack. Martial arts films are especially fecund soil for stories that operate in the far margins of loony concepts, made all the…
Francesca he intends to press against her will into decadent royal society, which in classic style involves lots of cavorting, eating of turkey legs, mild orgies, and devil worship
Hercules curses Lucy, telling her she’ll have a baby that will be possessed by the Devil. It’ll also be a giant, as big as he is small. The baby, irritatingly, remains resolutely normal-sized.
Let me be up front: the whole reason I wanted to watch this film in the first place was because the poster art featured a torch-wielding naked woman riding atop a tormented centaur. I knew it was probable nothing like that would ever occur in the actual movie (and I wasn’t disappointed in my pre-disappointment),…
The out-of-focus camera work, the terrible editing, the silent scenes of people standing around waiting for their queues…these things never would have happened with a real editor on the crew, and Manos would have been worse off because of it.
Really, Pinhead? Really? This is how you treat me? We’ve come so far, and I’ve given positive reviews to so many of your movies, and this is how you pay me back?
Any meeting of Kari Wuhrer and the Hellraiser franchise was going to get my attention. So I sat down for this seventh installment in the the long-running horror series with some degree of anticipation that, at the very least, it would offer me something more than a jackass having hallucinations while sitting in his office cubicle.
That only holds true if you operate under the assumption that the rest of the movie is filled with other weird stuff. Part five did that, giving us a gruesome serial killer movie with surreal Cenobites and oddness. Part six is basically that movie, but instead of a disillusioned cop and creepy Cenobite chicks, it’s a douchebag in an office cubicle.