Rampage was arguably Uwe Boll's best movie - oh, it was a pernicious bit of nihilist jackoff material that built up its "hero" from exactly the kind of armpit-sniffing loser who does this kind of shit into an unstoppable mastermind of omnidirectional misanthropy, a nasty little troll of a movie, but that's Uwe Boll, isn't it?
A few years and at his pace like ninety-eight movies later, Boll went back to that well twice - once as a sequel which…
I wasn't entirely sold on this movie in theatres; CGI stunts are horrible, and it doesn't have the camp value of the first movie - no lines as splendid as "some muthafuckas are always tryin' to ice-skate uphill", and when somebody throws Blade his sunglasses, his theme music doesn't play when he catches them. Norman Reedus is cast as a replacement Whistler, a new sidekick that the movie practically insists we reject.
Also, I thought it was crazy fucking gross.…
George Miller had been talking about this - or at least, had been persistently asked about it in interviews - for like twenty years now, and I don't know what's different about now that he finally got around to making it but I'm glad he did. The response on this has been gobsmacking, though I was willing to chalk a fair bit of it up to Peak Gen-X Nostalgia, and it coming at a good time to be heralded as…
Whoa, a Poe/Lovecraft mashup, from prime Roger Corman, starring Vincent Price? Be still my raging boner.
I don't often dig up my old Cavalcade Of Schlock reviews but I did with this one because I wanted to know if I'd seen this before. I had, and I apparently had quite a crush on the leading lady.
Like in The Pit And The Pendulum, it doesn't start as a pure villain performance but it sure ends up there, Price throwing in maybe one part the well-baked ham to two parts the icewater in his veins.
Debra Paget - worth crushing on.