Why would anyone turn themselves into a pickle?
I don’t often have anything complimentary to say about big-studio horror movies. Most end up being watered down, PG-13 knock-offs of popular themes in the genre with a certain degree of fan service and pseudo-self awareness meant to be clever,… Continue Reading →
In a Mad Max-like wasteland, Morty and Summer find ways to take their minds off their parents’ divorce while adventuring with their mad scientist grandpa, Rick.
Like so many ’80s and ’90s kids, my first introduction to the wonderful world of Troma pictures was the Toxic Crusaders cartoon. It was an absolutely absurd half hour of mutated eco-warriors battling the forces of evil. That initial perception… Continue Reading →