The pieces of Jill’s puzzle, which she inexplicably must race to solve by morning, stack up in a manner as endlessly implicative as bad porn innuendo.
Death is in vogue in the film, but only insofar as it can be leveraged to shock and awe the desensitized living.
Like its gifted if excitable protagonists, Fame would have done well to stay in the classroom a bit more.
The villain may be Untraceable, but it’s easy to pin down the influences of Gregory Hoblit’s serial killer snoozer.
Moviegoers beware: nausea is a prime side effect of consuming Feast of Love.
Rescurrecting the Champ is a snooze, but at least it’s an honest one.