Why Was I Not Told of Dagon?
Stuart Gordon’s other H.P. Lovecraft adaptation seems to have snuck in under my radar…14 years ago.
Stuart Gordon’s other H.P. Lovecraft adaptation seems to have snuck in under my radar…14 years ago.
Allow us to win your Oscar pool for you.
In which I suffer the slings and arrows of John Carter, Disney’s ludicrous adaptation of Edgar Rice Burroughs’s A Princess of Mars, for your amusement and edification.
Two thirds of the Flight of The Conchords fellas team up with some other funny New Zealanders, drink the blood of innocents, crack jokes. You will like it.
In which Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey…, a new documentary on the making of The Island of Dr. Moreau, and other chronicles of mad jungle adventures are thunk upon.
Hipster mocks hipsters. Universe implodes. Mild laughs ensue.
In which we discuss these two ’60s westerns oft-cited as the original acid westerns, and wonder whether “acid western” is indeed a genre.
The Soviet Union was a strange place. Strange to anyone who didn’t live there, and, I’d have to expect, strange to those who did.
A very silly kind of alternate reality French flick I think you will enjoy. See it while you’ve got the chance.
In which three love stories no sane human would watch back to back are watched back to back.
If you made the mistake of missing this one at the Noir City Festival, fear not! It actually exists on DVD. Not often the case with 1940s B-movie film noirs.
“There ain’t no percentage in smartenin’ up a chump.”
It’s a fight to the death! Ishiguro vs. Ivory. Who will dance victoriously over the broken corpse of their enemy?
Mr. Babadook is coming to get you, kiddies. Watch out.