Stephen Earnhart’s homespun documentary has nothing but love for its posse of trailer park denizens.
Perhaps the caliber of this rendition of Shakespeare’s classic can be measured by the extent to which one clings to hope that Romeo and Juliet aren’t really doomed.
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.
Blade II is gooey and dank, yet del Toro recognizes the allure of the original’s techno pulse.