‘Santa with Muscles’ (1996): Wolf of Wall Street taps Hulkster for holiday cheer
Lemme tell ya something, brother! Let’s steer this Hulkamania train off the rails!
Lemme tell ya something, brother! Let’s steer this Hulkamania train off the rails!
Sometimes you just need some soap-opera suds to kick off the holidays.
Crashing 70s trucker action, with handsome knothead Jan-Michael Vincent gear-jammin’ it down the road of exploitation thrills and thoroughly confused politics.
And you thought your family had problems.
Superlative British shocker: expertly directed, beautifully constructed, and scintillatingly shot.
Greta, you’re no Cujo. But you’re pretty cute. It’s the best you can do when your film is produced by…a construction company?
“Atta boy, Luther!”
I come in peace. And you go in pieces, assh*le.
Her driver’s license. Her credit cards. Her bank accounts. Her identity. DELETED.
Cold, impersonal, distant Frankenstein re-imagining―and a fairly perverse jab at its horror/suspense genre conventions.