Nathan Robbins (Adam Dillon) finds himself at a police station with no recollection of the events that led him there. A quiet, agoraphobic young man who never leaves his apartment, Nathan must piece together what happened through an interview with Detective Miller (Nicholas Vince), knowing that whatever it was, it ended in blood and violence.
Usually when I review movies for this site, I try not to spoil them. Unfortunately, I’ll have to break with that tradition here. Flowers creeped me out for real, and not in a good way. However, I need to unpack the end of the movie a bit before I can explain why.
UK 2012 film Slasher House introduced the ultimate Final Girl trapped in an abandoned asylum with four serial killers. In the wake of that film, director MJ Dixon has set about creating prequel films for the killers, beginning with 2013’s Legacy of Thorn and now, 2015’s Cleaver: Rise of the Killer Clown.
City of Gold is a film about L.A. based (Pulitzer Prize winning) food critic Jonathan Gold. Identifying as a “failed cellist”, Gold was also a proofreader and music reviewer for the L.A. Weekly. Before he became a full-time food critic, Gold ate at every eatery on the 15 mile stretch of Pico Boulevard which runs from downtown L.A. to Santa Monica. He uncovered self contained communities where specialty cuisines from all over the world abounded and he quickly gained a cult following for his boundary pushing exploration of culturally diverse cuisines and delicacies (Google Hagfish at your own risk).
I don’t know how this show slipped by me. I try to keep up with every good foreign TV show but every now and then there’s always one where I am late to the party. I saw the remake on Netflix just as my father-in-law was telling me how much he loved the original and was hooked in by the mysterious elements. I thought I would do a bit of an experiment and try watching the remake first. I made it to about the third episode. The story was interesting but it was so utterly devoid of style and suspense that I couldn’t stick with it. After watching one episode of the original I was hooked.
I’m not a fan of the term “the Golden Age of Television”. Whatever this so called great period of television was must well and truly be over because every new “hit show” I watch is boring the heck out of me. One genre that never fails to deliver though are the Scandinavian-noir-crime-dramas.
For those of you who haven’t a clue who or what Clarence is check out my volume one review.
Clarence is a Cartoon Network show that is a neat throw back to 90s cartoons such asHey Arthur, Ed Edd n Eddy, Rugrats etc. It’s a little less hip and more little kid-orientated than stuff like Adventure Time. It’s also a show that doesn’t rely heavily on gross-ness, or cute-ness. Another aspect I really appreciate about the show is that (like so many 80s/90s kids shows and movies) it deals with some adult themes that kids can relate to. It doesn’t mollycoddle and present a picture perfect universe which I feel like a lot of modern shows do.
One could say that Jeremy Scott is the Banksy of the fashion world. Loved and adored by many but not fully embraced by the elite of their fields. For those of you who don’t know who Jeremy Scott is, he’s a fashion designer and the current Creative Director of Italian luxury fashion house Moschino. Celebs such as Frances Cobain, Paris Hilton, Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus wear his clothes.
Tim Ritter’s Killing Spree is a product of the mid 80s to early 90s splatter boom where anyone who owned a 16MM or a shitty video camera was trying to get in on the action by making a no-budget homemade horror flick. These films were usually of the “so-bad-it’s good” variety, the only redeeming values were their unconvincing yet insanely OTT gore FX. This era churned out such crappy classicks as Splatter Farm, Video Violence 1 & 2, Woodchipper Massacre, Ghoul School, etc. (all of which, as well as this film, have recently been re-released on DVD by Camp Motion Pictures as part of their Retro 80s Horror Collection).
Having not seen any wrestling since the mid-80s-90s where I grew up watching the classic WWF Superstars, I was quite curious to see how this current generation of wrestling is. Being a complete neophyte when it comes to modern wrestling, I learned a Royal Rumble is essentially a no-holds-barred 30-man brawl wherein the winner is whoever is left standing in the ring. Continue reading