A veritable grab bag of true crime documentary clichés, Night Stalker: The Hunt for a Serial Killer is kind of unbelievably in the depths of trashiness it sinks to. Big booming sounds as we get grainy shots of crime scenes. Shots of interviewees looking off at nothing, not talking, while sound from another take plays over the top. Spooky music. Lots of comments about the killer being evil and Satanic and having scary eyes. It is so over-stylised that I…

Scrap Heaven takes a dash of Fight Club and drowns it in a bucket of Japanese salary-life apathy. And for the most part it works pretty well. A shitty desk cop gets roped into a life of revenge and madness by an unhinged janitor after they survive a hostage situation on a bus. Their adventures range from silly to terrifying before crumbling into inevitable bleakness. This film is very 2005. All the stylistic tropes of mid-2000s Japanese cinema are here.…

It's hard to believe that this Ross Lynch is the same Ross Lynch who so brilliantly captures Dahmer's hunched, blank-faced, drunken aura. Lynch spends most of the film expressionless yet he conveys so much through so little. The smallest smile. An awkwardly delivered line. He's perfect. His Dahmer is as sympathetic as he is terrifying. The film outside of Lynch is also solid and subtle (it helps that the source material—Backderf's fantastic graphic novel—is excellent). This is not a gruesome…

The Boxer's Omen is pure madness on celluloid! I can't thank Chris Purdie enough for recommending this to me. This is everything I could ever want in a film. Here is a paragraph of some things you'll see in The Boxer's Omen because my brain can't construct proper sentences at the moment...

Violent kickboxing. Bolo Yeung's disproportioned body. Buddhist monks fighting demons. Spiders (that make the spiders from The Beyond look awesome) drinking liquid poison from tiny straws. Conversations with…