This one begins like a pleasantly hazy post-pubescent fever dream.
It’s as much a parody of the new horror breed as it is of the 1950s monster flicks.
This re-release of Croneberg’s ecstatic masterpiece is cause for celebration. Mugwump jism can’t be beat.
Chaw isn’t reluctant to bring up problematic aspects of the film, and Steve De Jarnatt responds frankly, with nostalgia tinged by regret.
Marcus literalizes the intense pain language can cause on both intimate and global scales.