My Mother’s a Werewolf done dead seriously. It was written and directed by first timer Patrick Rand who never went on to anything else, stars no genre names (Except Brion James) and looks for all intents and purposes like a goofy 80’s comedy. The cinematography may be bland, but the story of a son trying to take care of his mother who comes down with a bad case of the flesh munchies (wendigo style) is as sobering as it is…
This is how I love my Neo-Noirs: Overbaked, sweaty and from the directors of the Super Mario Brothers movie. A remake of the classic (and public domain!) ticking clock thriller about a man (Dennis Quaid) who’s poisoned and must solve his own murder. This retelling keeps the same basic structure of the original, but sets it sit during the Christmas season under the broiling Austin sun and keeps things moving with an overabundance of swooshing style. Dennis Quaid…
The film starts with a TRIGGER WARNINGS joke. Oof.
Politically all over the place and tonally repugnant. The film is about the horrors of mob violence and it goosed our audience to scream "KILL! KILL! KILL!" at one point.
I'm a white dude, so it's not really my place to say this, but it kinda felt uncomfortable watching another white dude make a film about the complexities of being a young woman that revels in mentally and physically abusing them until it switches into a heavy-handed "ISN'T THIS VIOLENCE KEWL!?" finale.
John Woo's MANHUNT is the craziest film he's made since Hard Boiled. In terms of style, it may be the Wooiest thing that ever Wooed, a throwback to the kind of films he would toss off as a lark in the 80's, distilled to its barest essence, with a script seemingly made up as they went along (in classic Hong Kong style). The fact that it looks like every other crummy digital Chinese blockbuster, and is filled with badly accented…