The new edition of The Poseidon Adventure is as hefty as Shelly Winters.
Irwin Allen’s crowning achievement, and a shrine to all the bullshit behind Hollywood’s blockbuster franchises.
Producer Irwin Allen’s first of a neverending cycle of disaster epics is a guilty pleasure to end all guilty pleasures.
The film’s glass-spangled erection burns with an uncontrollable lust for spectacle.
Benny’s Video is a smug, contemptuous, passive-aggressive attack on the dehumanizing effects of media.
When Eric Cartman grows older and goes to film school, his student films will resemble the early works of Michael Haneke.
Nick Nolte’s weathered skin-formerly-known-as-sexiest-alive appeal is nearly authoritative enough to make you believe Clean’s otherwise unforgivable non sequiturs.
As a stand-alone, this first volume suffers a bit from just how well-read the first chapter of Tommy Boy’s history is at this point.
Cross of Iron would almost seem a proper mea culpa by Sam Peckinpah for his controversial career.
I don’t know whether Peckinpah is saying that war is hell or that war is gay. Either way, it’s all about the boys.
Don’t believe what cultural history books tell you.
The then-thriving disco label Casablanca Records’s studio showcase flick Thank God It’s Friday feels like a quarterly preview reel shown to stockholders.
One of the few infamous disco flicks that was actually made before the death of disco, though you wouldn’t know it from the sad evidence on display.
This boxed set is haphazard, slapped together, meat and no potatoes. All of the above apply to the films as well.
In which Lee mind-wrestles with a feminist screenwriter and everyone loses.
Girl 6, the story of a girl and her stint in the phone sex biz, is a sloppy and problematic film, no diggity.
Manna for sleaze movie fans, Wings Hauser’s performance as Ramrod will take his cut now, along with a piece of your heart.
You know it’s hard out there for a pimp, but that wasn’t always the case.
If Lester really believes Class of 1984 prefigured Columbine, then he must truly believe some kids really do deserve to get taken out. Sick.
An allegory in which the subtext out-bullhorns the text itself, this punk trend-hitching, teen actioneer skimps on little.