Prolific director Sion Sono’s Why Don’t You Play in Hell? sporadically feels like a heartfelt love letter to the cinema and filmmaking – one that’s inked in blood. For this particular tale, it would have been beneficial if Sono had used some shorthand.
Full Review at Film Racket: filmracket.com/dont-play-hell/
It is not thrilling or tantalizing, and despite the existence of a few unintentional laughs, The Boy Next Door is so terrible and so irresponsible that it can’t even be enjoyed as absurd trash. It’s just a plain old pile of rubbish.
Full Review: filmpulse.net/boy-next-door-review/
Part of Criterionucopia 2012
At one point in David Cronenberg’s “Videodrome” low rent cable TV producer Max Renn asks what Freud would say about a woman in a red dress…
I wonder what Freud would say about a vaginal cavity in Max’s chest that has videotapes inserted into it for the purpose of mind control; oh, and also can melt people’s arms and makes for handy gun storage. If presented with this, I think maybe Freud’s head would explode like…
"Session 9" had been in my queue for quite some time and I'm glad I finally caught up with it. Was inspired after being pleasantly surprised by Brad Anderson's "The Call" and was even more impressed with this film.
It sets up the situation beautifully and the location is perfect. It is ominous and rundown, because it's ominous and rundown - it's not an obvious set creation. Tension builds throughout and we aren't insulted with flash cuts or cheap jump…