BADass SINema Unearthed - Where we dig up blu-rays of the wild, weird, and wonderfully wicked world of classic grindhouse cinema. Celebrates the raw energy and unapologetic style of vintage exploitation films — from the slick swagger of Blaxploitation and the lurid allure of sexploitation to the gnarly thrills of monster mayhem and cosmic horror.
Let’s get this out of the way: A Shot in the Dark is what happens when a movie trusts talent, timing, and pure comedic anarchy more than test screenings and focus groups. Directed by Blake Edwards, this thing runs on precision, patience, and the radical belief that comedy should build, not ...
From the back alleys of independent publishing, Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles quickly transformed from indie-darling to 1990s mega hit and evergreen ubiquity in the blink of an eye. There is always a comic, a cartoon, tv show, action figure, t-shirt ...
Teenage Gang Debs is exactly the kind of cinematic trash‑treasure that Gen‑X latchkey kids like us used to stumble across on late‑night UHF channels when the antenna was bent and the world felt just a little bit dangerous. The American Genre Film Archive’s Blu‑ray rescue mission only confirms ...
1990’s Misery is one of the finest book to screen King adaptations of all time, in my humble opinion. While this new dearth of King adaptions continues unabated with varying degrees of success or abject failure (*cough: The Stand), no one has (as yet) touched it, or even broached remaking it ...
Ninja, kick the damn rabbit! Arrow didn’t just restore these movies—they ambushed my adulthood and reminded me I’m still emotionally weak for guys in rubber suits. To put it bluntly, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies were never perfect, but Arrow’s release lands so hard it retroactively ...
Pee‑wee Herman cannonballing into that absurdly oversized pool at Francis’ house (er, mansion) is exactly the energy Criterion leans into with their release of Pee‑wee’s Big Adventure—big, splashy, unapologetically weird, and so committed to its own vibe that you either surrender to the joy or ...
Lock your doors, polish your spheres, and buckle up in the ’71 Cuda—because Phantasm has never looked this wicked. The Tall Man stalks sharper than ever in glorious 4K, his polyester suits practically glowing with menace, while those chrome death orbs gleam like disco balls forged ...
Okay, so 2003 horror was… how do we put this kindly… the cinematic equivalent of a mall fountain. Everything was glossy, safe, and engineered to offend absolutely no one. Studios were terrified of real gore, real grime, or anything that smelled like the weird, dangerous VHS energy Gen X grew up ...
“Big bada boom.” There’s this moment early on—Korben Dallas slumped in his cramped apartment, cigarette filter glowing blue, the city outside stacked like a cosmic junk drawer—that tells you everything about The Fifth Element before the plot even kicks in. It’s the way the camera lingers on the ...
If you want to understand why Lethal Weapon still hits like a shot of cinematic espresso, start with the Christmas‑tree‑lot shootout. It’s pure 1987 chaos: Mel Gibson’s Riggs, all hair and unmedicated intensity, trying to buy cocaine from guys who look like they were cast directly from a Whitesnake ...
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