When the arguments arise about the vices and virtues of remakes, David Cronenberg’s 1986 version of The Fly is oft held up as a paragon. A remake that is inspired by the general concept of the original, but hews a totally new path with themes more personal to the director. The only problem with this is that the quality of the 1958 original tends to get overlooked, let alone sequels to both the original and the remake, which make for a diverse array of approaches to effectively the same set-up.
A beautiful model reclines on an ornate couch. She is motionless, illuminated by lurid coloured lighting that highlights the blood that has poured from her neck and around her. The camera pulls back, revealing it is all a set, a photo shoot. Welcome to the world of the Neon Demon.
The model in question is the wide-eyed Jesse (Elle Fanning), who has moved to Los Angeles hoping to break into the world of modelling. Her journey will take her through a mire of jealous models, predatory designers and lustful photographers, all of whom value her in different ways but all for the same thing: her beauty.
Death Note is one of the most famous anime series of all time. It began life as a manga in 2003 written by Tsugumi Ohba and illustrated by Takeshi Obata. From there came the anime series, four live-action films, assorted live-action TV series plus – at time of writing – an impending English-language version by Netflix and helmed by Adam Wingard (You’re Next, The Guest). Continue reading
I haven’t read any reviews for Bad Santa 2 but my gut instinct is that people hate it. I loved it. But maybe I should disclose that I loved Cop Out. I read nothing about it, saw it at the cinema, came home to read reviews and was shocked that Smith didn’t write the screenplay, and that people hated it so much. I firmly believe that comedy is kind of the only genre where critics’ opinions do not matter. Overwhelmingly critics hate a comedy film but the people love it. I also think that sequel-itis taints peoples’ opinions and its hard to not see them as soulless cash-grabs. Continue reading
From the team that brought you The Disco Exorcist comes this fucked up, demonic, nunsploitation tale that has a real Lucio Fulci vibe to it. Our story kicks off in 1999 when a kiddy fiddling priest at St. Christopher Middle School is confronted by the nuns who know what he’s been doing. Things don’t quite go as planned though and once Mother Superior is dispatched with, our errant priest does an Edgar Allen Poe and walls the nuns up in the basement! Jump to 2015 and a local church youth group come along to spend a weekend cleaning up the now derelict school. Continue reading
The Blood Shed is a horror-comedy about a hillbilly/cannibal family from New Jersey called the Bullions. Beefteena Bullion (director Alan Rowe Kelly) is turning 12, and her family are organising a birthday party for her. Beefteena is really an overweight old man, with Shirley Temple curls, Mary-Jane shoes, and a fashion sense derived from the 1930’s comic Little Lulu. Her brothers Hubcap and Butternut are just as messed up as Beefteena, and their pastimes include shooting squirrels, drinking beef broth and running around in bear and pig suits. Other family members include Papa Elvis Bullion and the catatonic Grandma Bullion.The Bullions are a bunch of murderous cannibals, with no morals or values. Continue reading
Exercise is pretty low on the list of priorities in my life. The only exercise DVDs I really enjoyed were Linnea Quigley’s Horror Workout and Warm up to Traci Lords. I know Jane Fonda was a bit of an exercise guru in the 80s and when this set arrived in the mail I thought I should give it a go. Continue reading
A small town bank in West Texas is robbed. Two gunmen, only taking low denomination bills from the cash drawers. Then another bank, the same modus operandi. A third. The robbers taking only several thousand dollars each time, but leaving no evidence, no trail. On their trail, two lawmen, tracking them across the desert.
A low budget homage to the splatter/stalker pics of the 80s from director Manny Serrano, this film has its faults, mostly due to budget restraints, but somehow it still works.
The movie kicks off with a pre-credit birthday party for a local judge whilst a mysterious ‘someone’ lurks in the bushes. When two cops (Jim and Walter) check on an anonymous call about screams at the party they stumble onto a massacre and poor old Jim gets knifed by the maniac. Roll the opening credits and we now find ourselves 10 years into the future (the 80s!) where Jim and Walter are now detectives and someone has started carving up teenagers and taking bits of them. Teenagers who are related to the original massacre victims. It seems ‘The Ripper’ is back and stalking new victims. It also seems that the town officials whitewashed the original massacre, claiming a house fire killed everyone at the party.
Starting with a prologue that’s ‘Finding Bigfoot meets Mad Dog Morgan’ we find ourselves in the Australian gold-fields of 1825 where notorious bush-ranger Thunderclap Newman is about to meet his maker before we switch to the modern day and two eager treasure hunters, Jack (Shawn Brack) and Kent (Anthony Ring), who are hot on the trail of Newman’s lost stash. Continue reading