Welcome to our weekly field guide to 1950s horror and sci-fi movies and the creatures that inhabit them. This week: gender equality takes a hit (along with much else) in The Wild Women of Wongo.
Turbo is borderline racist. No, it doesn't actually come out and call any of its minority characters by recognized hate crime names, but it sure does use stereotypes as a shortcut to any real character development.
The right actor in the right part is paramount to a film's success. Here's six examples where the failure to cast properly made all the aesthetic difference.
Of course, there's still word of mouth and relatively weak competition in the upcoming days, but for the most part, it seems like Pacific Rim reached out to its prime demo (the geek) and then, strangely enough, stalled.
(I)f you don't adore Street Trash, your horror film fan credentials need to be checked for possible fraud. It's the reason many of us fell in love with the genre to begin with.
By drafting in ersatz familial emotions (fathers and sons, soul-bonded brothers, little daughters lost) amidst the hi-tech glitz, Guillermo del Toro’s resuscitation of the kaiju monster-movie template marks a step up from his forgettable comic-book films.
A film where a massive tornado sends sharks raining down on Los Angeles? What's not to love? A lot, actually.
Welcome to our weekly field guide to 1950s horror and sci-fi movies and the creatures that inhabit them. This week: a scary guy with a bug's head is replaced by a less scary guy with a bug's head in Return of the Fly.
A big budget spectacle where every dollar is up on the screen, a boy's adventure tale told by a man who never ever wants to grow up (and hopefully, he never will). Pacific Rim may well be the Star Wars for a new millennium.
Think you've got a film figured out before you enter the theater? Here's 10 examples of how, on occasion, you can be completely wrong. Completely wrong.