A great American gore comedy
If there's any film that rightfully deserves the Lovecraftian badge of honor, it's "AM1200"
Armed with a fast forward button there’s a chance you might enjoy yourself, just don’t expect anything else.
A good film about the human responses to trauma and instability, and the profound loneliness that evolves out of those choices.
It certainly wasn't the pinnacle of over-the-top debauchery I was hoping it would be.
"... an acid-tainted ride through a dangerous and sexed-up European off-brand version of Disney’s Haunted Mansion"
You won’t forget that “Train” is a rip off of several films.
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.
Say what you will about Uwe Boll, but "Rampage" is a damn fine movie.
It wouldn’t be hard to pass off “Run! Bitch Run!” as a forgotten exploitation relic from the 70s.
"Splice" may end up in familiar territory, but not before treading far and wide.
Traffics in the equivocal, and speaks with light, shadow and subtlety.
A joy to watch, visually speaking
Essentially a bunch of talented people (and Corey Feldman) slumming it to slap together a 29 minute quicky horror comedy.
Deliriously poor yet oddly enjoyable action/horror hybrid
Bad, bad movie.
Think "Hemoglobin Hot Rod"
Modern-day biker movies tend to suck the dirt-encrusted toe hair off the devil's misshapen kneecaps.
Apparently being undead does wonders for your libido.
“Pontypool” is, quite literally, a zombie movie like you’ve never seen before.
All the Little Debbie Devil Squares in Tennessee can't make this one worth the effort.
If you happen to find yourself in possession of a copy of this derivative mess do everyone a favor and fast forward or chapter skip to minute 45.
Unless you truly appreciate fringe cinema or have a wicked hard-on for Gus Van Sant-inspired pacing, there's really not a lot for people to sink their teeth into.
A new documentary about a historic horror host oozes with horror nostalgia and insight.
Occasionally unnerving shocker [that's] nothing more than your average, run-of-the-mill "urban legend" picture
It’s hard not to be thrilled with zombies dismembering the non-union Italian equivalent of the Solid Gold dancers.
If you happen to find yourself in possession of a copy of this derivative mess do everyone a favor and chapter skip to minute 45.
One of the most satisfying, wholly enjoyable movies I’ve seen thus far this year.
While this may sound extremely goofy and ethically unsound, it's pretty much par for the course.
The ghillie suits and IEDs used by the killer in “Wilderness” make the old school machete and mask combo seem quaint.
Joe's going to hate this.
... and other words for "boner".