Reviews

That, dear readers, is how you irritate my inner Mahoney.

Unless you have a need to indulge your necro-agraphobia (fear of sexual abuse after death) you are better off spending 104 minutes watching Jorg’s “Nekromantik 2”

This dodgy motion picture is one of the major reasons I was terrified of dark closets in my youth, a wholly irrational fear that lingers to this day.

I don't know whether "Fido" will end up becoming a cult favorite in time, but I certainly hope that it does.

The sighting of a blondie gigantopithecus and a vow from renowned Sasquatologist Billy Willard that he will gather empirical data from the wilds of Spotsylvania County have once again given cryptozoologists far and wide the iron pyrite glimmer of legitimacy.

If there's any film that rightfully deserves the Lovecraftian badge of honor, it's "AM1200"

A good film about the human responses to trauma and instability, and the profound loneliness that evolves out of those choices.

"... an acid-tainted ride through a dangerous and sexed-up European off-brand version of Disney’s Haunted Mansion"

Some people will probably love this thing, and spend several long hours composing nasty e-mails explaining in great detail how utterly pathetic I am for expressing myself in such a negative manner.

It wouldn’t be hard to pass off “Run! Bitch Run!” as a forgotten exploitation relic from the 70s.

Traffics in the equivocal, and speaks with light, shadow and subtlety.

Essentially a bunch of talented people (and Corey Feldman) slumming it to slap together a 29 minute quicky horror comedy.

Bad, bad movie.

Modern-day biker movies tend to suck the dirt-encrusted toe hair off the devil's misshapen kneecaps.