Remarkably this is not a rewatch.
It's pretty horrible, and I definitely would've appreciated it much more in the early 90s, when I was a "tweener".
Back then things like dialogue, a cohesive plot, timeline and acting didn't matter nearly as much as explosions and other action set pieces/fights. Milius thankfully never, ever wrote dialogue for kids before or after this.
On the other hand, I wouldn't have been able to drool over the superior bit-part casting here. Harry Dean…
They Live is a film that I've put on hold for ages, thinking I wouldn't be able to stand "Rowdy" Roddy Piper as the lead. You know, being an 80s wrestler with a mullet and all.
As it turns out, Piper delivers a pretty laid back performance and puts me to ease right away. Sure, everything he says is a sound bite, and ready made for cult worship, but still very much a pleasant surprise.
Then Keith David wanders in…
Uhm....yeah....I'm not ashamed to say I sought this out because of Markov and Grier. Sure, Sid Haig helped, but other than that I had no clue what a Fillipino exploitation would entail, or that Eddie Garcia was a well known sleaze ball.
Other than the gratuitous camera angles there's nothing extraordinary going on here, and after about the 5th time the camera tries to go up a scantily clad Markov's butt, it's clear Eddie Romero hasn't got much else to…
Something of a let down.
Now I'm not biased against style over substance direction, not at all. But Gosling adopts a technique where the pictures just don't amount to much of anything at all. There is promise here, without a doubt, and I hope he continues to experiment behind the camera.
Is he trying to say something about contemprary America? Probably, but he gets caught up in trying to expose the audience to flashes of creativity, neon lit or otherwise.…
Scripted by Shane Black, directed by John McTiernan and the scenes set to 80s rock, Arnie couldn't fight Charles Dance and Tom Noonan to a better backdrop than that. At least not when taking into account that the entire thing is a meta send-off of his 80s Hollywood persona.
Inexplicably, this films passed me by back in the 90s, probably because it tanked at the box office. I'm so happy I decided to give it a try now, though.
Manages to pack enough tension in its backpack to make the trip into the woods a thrilling ride, helped out by a very convincing bear.
Missy Peregrym is a girl (woman?) I wish I'd had the pleasure of watching in more films, and both her and co-star Roop deliver fine performances as the hiking couple. Eric Balfour's Irish wilderness buff....well.....uhhh. If only it'd had some significance....
The happy couple are on their way to this spot the guy loved to…
I was counting on this for a rip-roaring rump through St. Pauli, but got a boring tale of priveleged youth peddling drugged up young women to their even more priveleged elders.
Sleasy enough, you might say, and sure, they're all pretty despicable, even the girls, but it doesn't excactly add any fun to the events depicted.
Fritz Wepper as a playboy.....it could only happen in Germany.
Olivier Marchal's cops and robbers films have the ability to entertain while they are "on", but you forget about them pretty much in the instance the end credits roll.
Still, it's nice to have a "go-to guy" in for French crime, and now I see he has created a TV show (Braquo) as well. Good news.
Gangsters is cast by a lot of Marchal regulars, and is a steady enough story of an "internal affairs"-alike cop who lets himself be…
Hooper, Carpenter, Landis, Dante, Raimi, Cameron, Cronenberg, Romero, Miner are all used as characters' names while Roger Corman gets both a newspaper and a college named after him.
Did Fred Dekker lose a bet or something?
Gets better the further into the story we get, almost like it needed a few minutes to warm up.
The film owes a lot of it greatness to Tom Atkins, pulling of a character I'd gladly see in a straight up detective film.
This little Kiwi mockumentary manages to spice up a tired genre (one could argue that Twilight did the same, but sparkling One Direction wannabes isn't excactly a change for the better) and tells a story of flat sharing vampires from different time periods trying to settle into modern life in Wellington, all the while they continue drinking human blood from unsuspecting victims.
Once in a while they bite a "pledge" and add a new member to their group, but then…
A very funny, surreal and ultimately bizarre way to treat BDSM and grief.
A man in his late 30s/early 40s living alone with his young son while his wife is in a coma, resorts to joining a secretive bondage club called just that "Bondage", in an effort to experience more than just mundanity and hollowness. He signs a year-long contract in which he agrees to subject himself to random "attacks" from their stable of dominatrixes (spelling?) where he is forbidden…