With the recent surge in popularity of sci-fi/action hybrid films in mind, it's clear that sci-fi needs to get back to its roots.
Not all scary movies are horrifying. Sometimes, they're downright deranged. Watch these and you'll never look at your furniture, your appliances, your parents or anything the same way again.
Even with all its XXX gimmickry, Nymph()maniac remains grounded in character. From someone like Von Trier, we'd expect nothing less, and we even get a lot more.
It's the brutality of Saving Private Ryan without the jingoistic flag-waving, the one-two punch of Clint Eastwood's Greatest Generation epics sans the strident moralizing.
Like a hack tunesmith that keeps rewriting the same melodies over and over again, hoping his legion of fans don't notice the ruse, we've heard this Sparks song before.
The subgenre of fanciful thieves stealing from the rich has seen much better iterations than these three takes on Fredrick Lonsdale's play The Last of Mrs. Cheyney.
That Joe E. Brown, he's got a mouth on him.
Clint Eastwood may not have been a star when A Fistful of Dollars was released, but everything changed for him not long after that.
They are the contemporary voices of an ages old ideal, the new fear masters in a genre sometimes stunted by its own lack of (critical) legitimacy.
There are five reasons to revisit Bloody Mama in light of its recent Kino Lorber reissue.