I’ve been watching a lot more Troma lately than ever before and, in the midst of the schlocky, absurdist humor I’ve found in titles like Slimed and Dolphinman Battles the Sex Lobsters, I’ve forgotten that sometimes they get behind an… Continue Reading →
I always wondered why Scooby and the gang never took any guns to stop the monsters that plagued their adventures and now I see why.
I watched the opening credits to Woodshock with high hopes, thinking that maybe the Mulleavy sisters of Rodarte would find as much success infusing their artistic sensibilities in a film as Tom Ford found in A Single Man and Nocturnal Animals. If they… Continue Reading →
Thank goodness the Tom Cruise-fronted, Doug Liman-directed smuggler story, American Made, wasn’t called Mena.