‘The U.F.O. Incident’ (1975): Creepy, Hollywoodized version of alleged real-life alien abduction
Can’t some bug-eyed outer space piece of sh*t abduct me the hell out of what passes for America today? Oh, well…one can dream.
Can’t some bug-eyed outer space piece of sh*t abduct me the hell out of what passes for America today? Oh, well…one can dream.
A low-budget, indie placeholder for Friday the 13th fans, as the wait for a new franchise film stretches well past a decade amid litigation and legal battles.
Just in time for Halloween terror: an icy, strange Italian giallo—that also works as dreamy parody—from the master.
The allure of money is irresistible, especially if you’re a ’90s slacker loser.
It’s Shock-tober, everyone! That’s right—time to take out a second mortgage to pay for your groceries this week. So, let’s lighten our loads by doing what I’ve been since I was in a playpen: escaping reality by obsessively watching TV. And what better way to block out the possibility of six more years of the… Read More ‘Frankenstein: The True Story’ (1973): Mary Shelley’s classic monster comes alive on TV
…or: The Quentin Tarantino Story!
I would suggest, KL Studio Classics, that it would be beneficial to your health to start coming across with the discs to the Movies & Drinks corporate headquarters (the Roseburg Towers, 3rd and Main. If you get lost, ask the bum who throws up outside the Starbucks—he’s our CFO). Just remember: we’re not the beta-crybaby… Read More ‘Framed’ (1975): Crudely enjoyable exploiter still delivers
“For Texas and Miss Lillie!”
A clean, trim, hard-boiled little gem of a suspenser, from the golden days of network made-for-TV movies.
What if you could travel back in time—say, 1984—to the height of the B-action/adventure ninja craze, and re-live just one moment of your misspent youth—a youth spent wandering the aisles of local mom-and-pop video stores (Hometown Video vs. All That Video for my childhood town of 3,000) and depriving yourself of sleep to catch that… Read More ‘New York Ninja’ (2021): Resurrecting 1984 with love