Clockstoopers is unusually fetishistic for a film so skittish about swapping saliva.
Number crunching is in this year at the Academy Awards and it’s not just those pesky accountants.
Dario Argento’s films are like stained glass windows ready to shatter and slice the unsuspecting spectator.
Only Michele Soavi has ever come close to matching the breathtaking awe of a hyper-stylized Argento set piece.
Showtime is impossibly lightweight for TV satire.
Raimi’s film still feels like the punchiest horror flick this side of a Dario Argento giallo.