‘Burn, Witch, Burn!’ (1962): A classic witchcraft shocker you must see!
Superlative British shocker: expertly directed, beautifully constructed, and scintillatingly shot.
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.
“What you hunting this time?” “Going to shoot some pigs.”
Grimy, relentlessly downbeat actioner/drama, incisive and intriguingly hazy—and far better than its rep indicates—with Raquel Welch’s first really accomplished performance.
One long, downbeat descent into the void.
What better way to celebrate the most macabre month of the year than to watch a grotesque comedy about Hollywood and the funeral business (guess which one is worse…)?