Long before Stephen Dorff went Somewhere with Sofia Coppola, he made his screen debut in 1987’s horror oddity The Gate.
I’m a compulsive. It’s no surprise that my list is full of movies about compulsion.
Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Ishtar is intentionally terrible.
My ‘80s adolescence was filled with movies about zombies, aliens, exploding heads, and axe murderers.
It belongs in the same bucket as another unfairly maligned 1986 mythical fantasy with a bad script, The Golden Child.
Under the Cherry Moon is terrible, and it really didn’t have to be.
Legal Eagles is a comedy, if you believe its ad campaign, but it’s funny in all the wrong places.
The film is Richard Pryor’s All That Jazz.
Today marks the start of Ryan Kelly and Adam Zanzie’s Spielberg blogathon.
Unfortunately, I had to make my escape from Noir City after Friday’s showing of Slattery’s Hurricane, so I missed the final two days of the festival.