There will be no refunds when the organizer of a festival celebrating iconic horror films starts killing his patrons. That's what I call Comic Con done right!
Furiously winking Jazz Age comedy, in the Damon Runyon idiom. That means the characters will have names like Regret, Feet, The Brain, Lovey Lou, Hortense Hathaway, and Handsome Jack. (Ouch! Ow! Oof!) The job of keeping up the pace and the tone, shirked by the writing and editing, falls chiefly …
As incompetent a movie as you are ever apt to come across in the upper-crust economic bracket. It appears actually to be missing several pieces, including most of its marbles. The fun-ness that sometimes accompanies badness is felt on very few occasions, the only sustained one being Ben Gazzara's guided …
Post-Rollerball, post-MAD MAX, post-apocalypse science fiction about a sport of the future called The Game, played by athletes called juggers, with a dog's skull for a "ball." Very minimal, except in the amounts of makeup. (These juggers are more beat-up than any professional hockey player.) With Rutger Hauer and the …
This, the first feature of Minnesota-based independent filmmaker Joel Coen (who co-wrote the script with his producer, and brother, Ethan), has something of the old B-movie spirit at its most lofty: that groaning desire to find out how much can be achieved on how little, how near to Francis Ford …
Documentary about the Golden Age of craft beers.
Live-action replay of a Japanese anime dated 2000, a license for a swordswoman in a sailor dress, or swordsgirl more accurately, to slice-and-dice a legion of humanoid demons en route to “the oldest, vilest demon of them all,” who killed the heroine’s father. Moderately stylish and extravagantly mindless, the movie …
In a way, this is a filmed record of Antonio Gades's flamenco ballet (i.e., ballet with shoes) based on the Garcia Lorca play of the same name. Only it is a stripped-down version of that ballet (no scenery, no lighting effects, nothing but a barren studio with a mirrored wall …
The original novel by Michael Connelly seemed to have been written with a movie in mind: one of those overblown, overheated thrillers whose villain is a taunting, string-pulling, game-playing archfiend of boogeyman dimensions. Clint Eastwood (cited, for unspecified services, in the book's acknowledgments) has made a better movie of it …
In the small town of Clover Falls, Abbie Bladecut navigates the inheritance of her father's real-life slasher business. As the first female slasher, she battles gender bias while realizing the harsh realities behind the most recent mass murders. Starring Sari Arambulo, Molly Brown, and Billy Burke.
You want horror? Orson Welles' The Other Side of the Wind can't get a booking in San Diego and shit like this gets a theatrical revival. Time to blow out the pilot light...
English-language Spanish-German slasher film about girls being killed at a language-school in Spain. Directed by Jesús Franco and starring Olivia Pascal.
Paul Greengrass's masochistic re-enactment of the costly collision — thirteen dead, fourteen wounded — between outlawed Catholic protest marchers and itchy-fingered English peacekeepers in Londonderry, Northern Ireland, 1972. The English are not demonized, but you can tell whose side the filmmaker is on, long before the obligatory airing of the …