The academy award memorial forgot about Tobe Hooper during the live broadcast. Luckily I didn’t.
Overshadowed by Suspiria on the left and Tenebre on the right, Inferno is an absurd masterpiece of visual perfection. Argento’s descent into supernatural insanity is everything I could want from a film that changes main characters every 20 minutes and tosses narrative out the window—taking the the time to fuck my mind with eye popping colors in every frame of every shot. I’ve often said that one day Inferno will be my favorite Argento film, and that day may be…
Deadly premonitions, murdered corpses hidden within walls, and seven musical notes that lead to utter shock, The Psychic is simplistic compared to Fulci’s other gite fueled nightmares or even his other gialli—less flash, less bombastic moments of gore, and a more focused story. With The Psychic, Mr. Fulci gives our main character all the clues, it’s just a matter of which way she chooses to piece them together.
In a career with face-melting, gut-munching sinewy bangers like City of the…
“I would eat shit and poop out diamonds with browny mixture all over it” - a line in this
I’d expect nothing less from the person who gifted us Filthy McNasty. Everyone who made this definitely had fun and I’ve seen way worse than this... with a title like Terror at Blood Fart Lake you’d be a fool to think you aren’t getting intended trash. Like I said, I’ve seen worse... but also what am I doing with my life?
Not my favorite werewolf jam of the 80’s, but a damn good one nonetheless, based on Stephen King’s Novella Cycle of the Werewolf there’s some great moments in Silver Bullet—the baseball bat, the decapitated head flying, Everett McGill in every scene he’s in, Gary Busey literally playing Gary Busey, and the church transformatin scene being standouts.
There’s plenty of small town atmosphere, some brutal werewolf attacks, and I can’t go on enough about how much drunk Uncle Gary Busey rules—he…
As much as I admit to liking cheesy jump scares and sometimes dumb teenager based horror, David Bruckner’s The Ritual is exactly the kind of adult jam I look for: an unsettling, moody picture that’s both beautifully shot and well acted, all while drenched in a specific atmosphere that I f’n love.
Utilizing the incredible landscape for some truly beautiful images, Bruckner’s film (based on novel of the same name) mixes elements of things we’ve seen before, executed maturely, confidently,…