I think I relate to Steven King’s character more than any other in the history of film. Not so much the turning into a moss monster and shooting myself in the face, but the staying up way too late watching crummy TV while getting completely trashed part.
P.S.
Leslie Neilsen’s velour tracksuit is pure sex.
The Candy Snatchers is a hard movie to describe. The only thing that comes to mind is 'tonal whiplash'. The movie is constantly switching between being darkly comedic and just completely misanthropic, but somehow it manages to make it work most of the time. It all comes together in the end to make a well-made exploitation heist flick with some surprisingly snappy dialog that will leave you feeling mildly miserable.
Also, if anyone that works at Vinegar Syndrome is reading this, I would not be opposed to you putting out a "Coors Breakfast of Champions" t-shirt.
*Head mafioso, Richard, puts a cigarette out in someone's eye while torturing them*
VJ Emmie: Welcome to Uganda!
A complete DIY explosion of fever dream fuel. All of the passion and excitement is blasted onto the screen, and you can't help but fall in love with it. This is da movie! This is Uganda! Movie! Movie! Movie!
Seriously, though. Who did killed Captain Alex?
When people say Triple Threat is the 'direct-to-dvd' Expendables, they are not lying (the German tagline is even 'Like The Expendables but without retirees'). That doesn't mean it's not a lot of fun, though. The action is pretty clean, and you get to see Tony Jaa and Iko Uwais kick a lot of ass, which is all you could want out of a movie like Triple Threat. You also get Michael Jai White talking about how he gets gassy around…
