This relentlessly cruel rejiggering makes every Evil Dead film before seem like Sunday school.
The Usual Suspects has always kind of sat there, hoping that you’ll love it for its twist ending.
If you squint just right, you might swear your watching A General’s Daughter, Double Jeopardy, or Kiss the Girls.
Sure, its timing couldn’t be worse, but haven’t we seen Big Trouble before?
Girls Can’t Swim is less concerned with the friendship of its two female leads than it is with parading its sexual shocks.
It so boldly confronts stringent cultural traditions it’s a minor miracle it never becomes glib.
Stephen Earnhart’s homespun documentary has nothing but love for its posse of trailer park denizens.
Perhaps the caliber of this film can be measured by the extent to which one clings to hope that Romeo and Juliet aren’t really doomed.
Remember when it was cool to make fun of Barney and scream “whassup” when charging into a room?
Clockstoopers is unusually fetishistic for a film so skittish about swapping saliva.
The Rookie: rated G for gooey godly wholesomeness. May cause drowsiness.
Frailty is especially difficult to pin down for a film that feels like just another kooky thriller with a trick pony up its sleeve.
It’s all about the opening credit sequence and Jodie’s slow-mo dashes into the panic room. That and those elegant wine glasses.
Ripped of her humanity, Sylvie Testud’s Christine becomes a working stiff of Greek proportions.
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.
Before Sorority Boys there was Soul Man and before Soul Man there was Just One of the Guys.
Utopian without the naïveté, George Washington posits the possibility of a racially harmonious South.
Only Michele Soavi has ever come close to matching the breathtaking awe of a hyper-stylized Argento set piece.
Michael Haneke’s latest torture mechanism is less funny game than daunting debasement ritual.
If anything, Resident Evil is true to its munch n’ crunch PlayStation origins.