The band’s tour includes two dates at Austin’s Housecore Horror Film Festival just in time for Halloween.
Peter Strickland understands the most terrifying subtext of any horror movie and brings it brilliantly to the forefront.
A merely mediocre genre outlier, Cold Eyes of Fear gets a serviceable Blu-ray transfer, unburdened by much in the way of extras.
Ryuhei Kitamura’s latest genre bloodbath is par for the course, in spite of the occasionally flourish of interesting subtext.
In terms of demographics, Dario Argento is clearly intended as a text for both newcomers and knowledgeable fans alike.
The real world, or at least the attempt to transmit some finite aspect of it, has been the aim of many a film.
Even in lighter fare, they point to something sinister, be it imminent attack, loneliness, or even racism.
The skimpy extras are disappointing, but this gorgeous transfer of a horror classic is still a must-own.
McDonagh goes to town pointing out the many ways that one can appreciate and even find meaning in Argento’s fragmented images.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while having Hershey’s Syrup squirted into my mouth.
There’s something fundamentally suspect about a film whose appeal is so heavily predicated on a mirthful contemplation of human innards.
Mother of Tears feels like Dario Argento’s Frenzy.
Argento’s triumph comes in fusing two schools of cinema-thought together, cranking the gore and monster quotient up to 11.
Watch Kevin B. Lee’s video essay on Inferno by Dario Argento, #926 on this Shooting Down Pictures project .
The film is a pale imitation of Dario Argento’s early giallos.
This trivial but fun Argento lark can be considered something of a recovery for the director after The Card Player.
Heads off to Anchor Bay for this surprisingly meaty DVD edition of Trauma.
A low-grade Dario Argento film gets the red-carpet treatment from Anchor Bay.
Dario Argento’s hang-ups with sight and sightlessness are moral barometers of our disconnect from the world.
Dario Argento’s films are like stained glass windows ready to shatter and slice the unsuspecting spectator.