Thanks to its atmospheric strengths and technical competency, an eye-pleasingly creepy film to run through—over and over again.Read More
While it's riddled with the kind of problems that threaten to capsize it, there's still just enough in the way of horror-gristle to keep you invested, and Dry Blood afloatRead More
A film that manages something so uniquely ingenious, in that it thrives on the very things which often exist to stumble most other productions, blurring the line between planned intention and clever improvisation.Read More
“…a whirlwind tale of madness and torture culminating in one of the most emotionally charged, gripping, and well acted horror films I’ve ever seen.”Read More
“…mostly I just found it to be a case of hilariously bad science fiction and creepy misogynistic fantasy.”Read More
Nothing gets the blood flowing and the sweats going like a gorgeous woman swimming carefree through a disease-filled pond brimming with duck shit and zombies. Hell of a way to open your film though, and it mostly keeps its class intact the rest of the way through. Ergo, more beautiful women do things amidst disgusting circumstances, and more women are killed by nazi zombies. Folks in town grow hip to their game, and eventually bait the S.S. Undead to their promised doom.
And then FIN.
If you like your zombie films to work as a thinly veiled cheese-covered excuse to perv out, well this is playing on Amazon Prime right now. Zombie Lake is a rollicking frolicking Rollin of a time.
If you like your zombie films to work as a thinly veiled cheese-covered excuse to perv out, well this is playing on Amazon Prime right now. Zombie Lake is a rollicking frolicking Rollin of a time.Read More
“Long live the new flesh”
At one point, a vagina-like gash manifests on the belly of James Woods' character Max Renn. He pokes and prods and eventually thrusts his own hand (gun in tow) right into the wet slimy center of it. An expression of shock, discomfort, and pleasure waves across his face, almost as if he was masturbating for the first time. Fitting, given this new body of his.
And then in another moment of body horror eroticism, a sweating pulsating VHS tape is forcefully thrust into the same orifice, causing a similar series of emotions to strike Renn whilst simultaneously impregnating him with the dangerous ideologies of the Spectacular Optical Corporation. He is now inexorably linked, biologically, to Videodrome.
Say what you want about the underlying political and social commentary present in this (and other David Cronenberg) films. Its scathing, provocative, prophetical, and definitely on point. The reality of our plugged-in instant gratification world should make that more than apparent. But as awesome as it is on an intellectual level, as great as it is food for discourse, I can't stop myself from coming back to its more on-the-surface strengths. The assaulting visceral imagery speaks to me in ways few other films can, and it gets under my skin the way Videodrome should.
"Long live the new flesh" couldn't be a more fitting motto for David Cronenberg and his grotesque body of work.
"Long live the new flesh" couldn't be a more fitting motto for David Cronenberg and his grotesque body of work.Read More
Everyone’s on the naughty list…
Expectations bucked! I thought Christmas Evil was going to be a sleezy, trashy, violent holiday horror slasher. Instead, it's a sleezy, trashy, violent holiday horror character study (with bits of slashing). Brandon Maggart's twitchy, snapping performance fuels the film well, with both his out-of-costume and in-costume personas providing plenty of entertainment —both shocking and hilarious (with a bit of tragedy sprinkled in for good measure). As a Christmas-themed horror film that somehow manages to comfortably land itself on both the naughty and nice list, Evil's undoubtedly a unique addition to anyone's end of the year rotation.
As a Christmas-themed horror film that somehow manages to comfortably land itself on both the naughty and nice list, Evil's undoubtedly a unique addition to anyone's end of the year rotation.Read More
The blood-soaked slippery slope…
Less a character deconstruction (though there's a nice mental framework for that built around the subjectivity of art), and more a slow escalating and chronicling of violent sociopathic methodology. We watch Jack grow, not as a person, but as a serial killer. And with each major step (or "incident", as the film defines these milestones) towards refined depravity and sadism, a shedding of whatever little humanity Jack happened to posses. The scariest part of the film (which is also one of the funniest) is when he has to learn (through imitation) how to behave like a well adjusted human being, so that he can be a more effective serial killer. Matt Dillon staring into a mirror surrounded by pictures of normal people—each exhibiting a different emotion—and attempting to mimic those facial expressions, was absolutely chilling.
A blood soaked decent into hell…Read More
But it's good. Better than most Netflix original horror outings (I know I know, low bar) and does an admirable job thriving on the drama created from its premise. Drama that's propelled by solid performances from a nicely varied cast of "hey I recognize that person"-listers and lead by an also solid turn-in from Sandra Bullock. If you dug A Quiet Place, you'll dig this.
If not, you still might.Read More