There is something wonderfully unhinged about putting Judy Davis, Miriam Margolyes, and Jacki Weaver together, dressing them as nuns, throwing a kid into their orbit, and then sending the whole damn operation  ...

There’s a point somewhere during Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair when admiration turns into endurance. Not boredom. Fuck no. Kill Bill is too alive to be boring. Too weird. Too horny for cinema. Too ...

Well, praise the Lord and pass the murder weapon. Jesus I Was Evil introduces us to Amber and Martha, two missionaries who apparently skipped a couple of pages between “love thy neighbor” and “leave a trail of  ...

There’s waking up on the wrong side of the bed, and then there’s waking up bleeding inside a moving camper with no goddamn idea where you are, how you got there, or whether the stranger behind the wheel is saving your  ...

There is absolutely nothing subtle about The Raven. Thank God. By 1935, Universal had Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi under contract, Edgar Allan Poe's name sitting there begging to be exploited, and audiences apparently willing...

Somewhere along the way, metal got entirely too concerned with behaving itself. Pick your lane. Learn the uniform. Growl here. Breakdown there. Make sure Spotify knows which goddamn playlist to dump you ...

There’s a moment in Prom Night when you realize this movie has absolutely no intention of behaving itself. Sure, Paul Lynch’s 1980 slasher arrives carrying all the necessary equipment: buried childhood trauma, teenagers ...

Well, this took a left turn. After Claude Rains laughed his way into homicidal insanity and Vincent Price spent an entire movie trying not to lose his mind, Universal looked at the Invisible Man series and apparently decided, "You ...