It was assumed when the Twilight novels and movies took over the universe, that we would be inundated with similar works of weepy, melodramatic teen supernatural romance. While that may have been the case in literature — assisted no doubt by the fact that self-publishing for e-book readers means anyone with enough determination to finish…
Sector 7 is the very worst kind of movie with which to be confronted. OK, maybe not. Maybe What Happens in Vegas is the very worst kind of movie with which to be confronted, but since that’s not the sort of movie I seek out, and Sector 7 is, then the wounds I suffer at…
Lurid is an important word to have on hand. It may comprise a mission statement on the part of the filmmakers. At least in terms of what they promise — which is thrills of a dark and unseemly nature.
Lifeforce mixes everything into a completely loopy sci-fi horror tale featuring a perpetually nude female lead and an exploding Patrick Stewart. It’s overdue for a little love.
At the time of this writing, we’re at a point where a good deal of film fans are suffering from an affliction that has become known as “zombie fatigue.” Thanks in no small part to video games, zombies began to shamble their way out of the niche horror market and into the mainstream. And then,…
What is it about a hot woman in a skull mask? Is it that her nubile body makes one pine for his lost youth while her death’s head visage mockingly reminds him of his encroaching mortality? Probably
I’d been told the game was genuinely scary in many places. Seemed like the perfect late-night indulgence. And for portions of the game, it was
Man, as if krimi weren’t convoluted enough, Creature with the Blue Hand goes and throws identical twin Kinskis — Twinskis, if you will — into the mix.
If any actor in the world was born to play Ichabod Crane, it would be Jeff Goldblum. So thank God someone thought to cast him in just that role in the 1980 TV movie Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Our villain: black leather trousers, opera cape, engineer boots, Gene Simmons hairdo and a curious mask somewhere between a yin-yang symbol and Elton John’s more outlandish eyewear
A chilling tale of lust, sex, murder, betrayal, and an annoying drum that goes ‘boingggg!’
Paul investigates and discovers that all of them were clients of Christine. There’s also the body of a poor sewer man with no dialogue other than “Aarrgghh,” played Michael Ripper.