There is something almost aggressively comforting about returning to Meatballs in 2026. Maybe it’s because summer camp movies basically don’t exist anymore. Maybe it’s because Bill Murray had not yet become ...

There’s something wonderfully dangerous about Australian horror when it stops giving a shit about good taste. Wake in Fright. Razorback. Patrick. Roadgames. Wolf Creek. The best Ozploitation has always felt  ...

Let's get the disappointment out of the way first: Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi are in the same damn movie and never share a scene. That's almost criminal. Universal had two of horror's greatest icons sitting ...

There was a stretch of time when Pirates of the Caribbean was absolutely fucking unavoidable. Jack Sparrow was everywhere. Halloween costumes. Theme parks. Happy Meals. Posters. Bad impressions at parties ...

There is something almost perversely refreshing about a Dracula movie that doesn’t arrive dressed like it just robbed a Hot Topic. Chris Schwab’s Dracula: The Night Around Us drags Bram Stoker’s bloodsucker into ...

I remember seeing Cabin Fever when it first hit theaters in 2003 and thinking, what the fuck did I just watch? This was before Eli Roth became ELI ROTH, before Hostel, before “torture porn” became a phrase critics could ...

In which The Invisible Man fights Nazis. Universal could have easily cranked out another movie about a scientist losing his mind after turning invisible. Instead, with World War II raging across the globe, the studio looked at  ...

There are movies that politely ask you to suspend disbelief, and then there’s Crank, which kicks disbelief square in the fucking balls, steals its wallet, snorts whatever it finds inside, and tears ass down the freeway at 120 mph ...