The tour / re-tour of 80's horror movies continues with the little non-gem that I'm pretty sure I've seen parts of before, but may also, like Phantasm be conflating with its own sequels in my head.

What's amazing, to me, about it now, is how much more juice it gets from the terror of something child-sized stalking you than it gets at all from trying to protect a child in danger. That latter is now more of a theme of…

So here's a thing about Daniel Tosh. Rumours about his sexuality have swirled forever, and, speaking externally to his comedy, he's played it brilliantly in that he gets to make jokes in every possible direction and as long as he may be a member of an oppressed group, his white-privilege bullshit may be acceptable (and he's not really looking for full approval from any given audience, anyway - he is, on some level, just a shock-jock comedian).

But at some…

Such a master-class in creepy thill-induction that it makes me think that Spielberg "produced" it, Poltergeist-style. Unfortunately, nearly all of its charms are the excellent visuals, and repeated creative use of the camera to keep juicing the audience. It is too long, the script is pretty blah, with repeated attempts at humor, and "zingers" falling utterly flat, and the less said about the acting, with the exception of John Goodman's complete commitment to the role, the better (I'm pretty sure…

Tough to talk about this one except to say that I was pretty sure it was going to be great, and it delivered.

As with In Bruges the screenplay manages to deliver dozens of great lines that are incredibly funny, and that don't appear to advance the plot, but in the end, it's* all about everything that was said.

And a hundred small details of mise-en-scène (I know - but, honest-to-God, what else can you call a widescreen composition of…