Marriage counseling is bullshit. There, I said it. Two people sit in a room, drag every disappointment they have collected across fifteen miserable years into the open, and pay a stranger to explain w...

There are albums designed for driving at night, and then there are albums that make you seriously consider missing your exit just to see where the fuck the road goes. LeBuc’s Mulholland Nights belongs...

There’s something rotten glowing beneath the neon in Matthew Ninaber’s HY3NA , and the deeper this thing crawls into its world of sex, obsession, murder, and shattered identity, the nastier the reflec...

Look, I am going to make this easy: Synapse Films ' handling of Trick or Treat - now in a gloriously unhinged 4K UHD transfer - is highly recommended — preferably played at a volume your homeowners as...

There was always something a little frustrating about 1998’s Practical Magic . The ingredients were all there: Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, Stockard Channing, Dianne Wiest , witchcraft, romance, mur...

There are movies that look good in 4K, movies that look great in 4K, and then there is Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse / Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse , a pair of animated lunatic masterpieces...

There are movie trilogies, and then there are three-film stretches that permanently fuck with the DNA of cinema. Sergio Leone ’s Dollars Trilogy belongs firmly in the latter camp. Watching A Fistful o...

Thirty years later and the Martians are back, baby. ACK! ACK! ACK! Watching Mars Attacks! again in 2026—now that Warner Bros. has finally dragged Tim Burton 's beautifully deranged bastard onto 4K—I'm...

There comes a point in every mad scientist's career when somebody really needs to grab him by the shoulders and say, "Maybe don't touch the glowing meteorite." Unfortunately for Dr. Janos Rukh, nobody...

There are hotels where you worry about bedbugs. There are hotels where you worry about whether somebody wiped down the remote. And then there is the godforsaken Irish inn in Damian McCarthy’s Hokum ,...

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...

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...

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 par...

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 icon...

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 bloo...