An Irish Place.

Unpretentious genre trash that lacks innovation, but does what it says on the tin and hums along like an above-average early 90s Full Moon flick.

By denying Nicholas Cage any dialogue to ham madly off in all directions, this propulsive spook-a-blast manages to inspire the actor's most entertaining genre character in quite some time.

If you thought Prisoners of The Ghostland was anything other then a lethargic disappointment - this will be the greatest film you have ever seen.

It comforts me to know that if this belongs at a major film festival, so do Neil Breen movies. Open the gates!

There's hyperbole on both sides of the discourse on Joker.

I found it intermittently compelling, thanks in part to Joaquin and the novelty of a DC film acknowledging that the Wayne Family was probably bad, but most of its parts are affectations from better movies, and the climactic pontifications are pretty cringe.

For whatever reason, when Arthur was going off about society on the talk show, I was reminded of when Jim Carrey monologues about the hypocrisy of Whoville in Ron Howard's Grinch movie.