A police officer wanders into a back-alley, and subsequently into a darkened, neon-tinged club-like room and is tied up and tortured with a cheese-peeler by two new-wave looking weirdos.
When the police officer never resurfaces, an "investigation" takes place alongside a series of bizarre-yet-similar murders that have been taking place.
Elsewhere, patrons arrive at the aforementioned club to play a poker-like game that involves tarot cards. If the Death card surfaces in your hand, you're killed. If you win the…
Impulse is an interesting town-goes-crazy mystery thriller with a solid set-up, some delightfully unnerving scenes, a great finale, but drags a little when entering the finale.
Meg Tilly travels home - with her partner Tim Matheson - after her Mother commits suicide during a distressing phone call. Once there, they witness increasingly bizarre situations of townspeople acting out - like stealing from the bank, ramming cars that take their parking spot, etc.
It all has a very vaguely Body Snatchers…
If you only have time to see one movie this summer, you can see every movie this summer in Lucy.
Every scene was more bafflingly stupid than the last, and every time you think it has reached peak stupidity, it barrels ahead full throttle. When Lucy ended, I clutched my head with my hands and let out a sound I don't think I've ever made before.
I feel like I have to give the film some kind of respect, for…
The Dark Half of a good movie.
Some of the moments in here though, are fantastic. Also, the ending is bonkers, hilarious and awesome. Romero's style lends itself well to some of the scenes here, but it meanders in the middle stretch and could have easily been an hour and a half.
Other moments fall flat, like the doctors nonchalant reaction to finding an eyeball in someone's brain.
A robot-villain dude is awoken after spending years chained up in the basement of some industrial-lookin' building and decides he should get on his wicked motorcycle and high-tail it on down to JESUS TOWN and fuck some shit up, light some flowers on fire, no biggie.
The English dub is fantastically hilarious. There's a scene where two rebellion leaders are so abrubtly shot that is so funny, you'll choke on your popcorn.
Death Valley is a neat little thriller with a sneakily great performance from Peter Billingsley centering the picture.
The weakest link is actually director Dick Richards, if you ask me. For every wonderfully tense moment, there is another that seems flubbed or staged awkwardly. It never becomes a major problem, but had this film been directed by someone with more of a handle on their style, it could have been something major instead of a nice, slightly overlooked diversion.
If Once was the independent, underground break-out hit record, then Begin Again is the major label debut where you can still see kernals of what made that debut so enjoyable, but they're buried in there under studio sheen and gloss.
Sometimes it's charming and well performed, often times it's maddeningly stupid with awful performances (Adam Levigne, looking in your direction), but mostly it's entirely mediocre.
It's the kind of…
Still great with a crowd, maybe even better a second time, when you know what they're in for and get to witness their reactions having already seen it.
Billy Zane stars in one of the most 90s movies ever, complete with nondescript jazz muzak, pseudo-neo-noir plotting and bargain-bin Lynchisms.
Funnily enough, some of the performances/line-readings save Blood & Concrete from being best left entirely in the past. James LeGros and Darren McGavin both have moments where the physicality of their performances meld perfectly with their deliveries ("Let's go for a drive... STUPID!")
But mostly - like a lot of movies from this era - Blood & Concrete wants to be…
I have no idea what to say about Death Spa that hasn't already been said. It's spectacular.
And also kind of refreshing to see a gimmick-based movie (horror, but at a spa!) being executed with a fairly high level of competence. It's goofy and terrible, but the cinematography was great and the dedication to its outlandish plot was appreciated. I dug that it wasn't just some psycho in a health spa, but something else entirely.
Plus there's zombified sushi fish chowing down on people's faces, so fuck yeah!
The Zero Boys is a fair amalgamation of a few different genres, moving from goofy 80s-romp to slasher film early on, and finally through to a Deliverance aping backwoods survival pic in the finale.
Nico Mastorakis' picture has some well-executed moments of palpable tension, despite the sub-slasher level characterizations - including a fair share of wince-inducing misogyny and homophobia, even for an 80s picture.
That said, The Zero Boys almost attains the level of overlooked-gem, thanks to the plot's inability…