The Three Stooges Collection – Volume Four: 1943-1945 | Primal comedy transcends the ages
Brilliant, surreal physical comedy, where torture and pain are elevated to breathtaking grace.
Brilliant, surreal physical comedy, where torture and pain are elevated to breathtaking grace.
Strange, unsettling film noir mystery, with a disturbing subtext.
Well…after being tricked (and certainly not treated) by one of my rotten kids into enduring the new Halloween Kills nightmare (woefully, even comically inept…and no, I don’t find Jamie Lee “Witchie Poo” Curtis hot anymore), it was a dire necessity for my autumnal equilibrium to scare up some old-timey nostalgic Halloween fare.
“Sharp-Fanged Blood Sucking DEATH Dives From MIDNIGHT SKIES!”
It’s not a national holiday yet, but today is President Ronald Wilson Reagan’s birthday, so we here at the Movies & Drinks offices decided to kick back and screen some guilt-free “B” grippers from the “Gipper,” our 40th President of these here United States.
Fast-paced, primitive, no bullsh*t B-oaters that deliver the simple horsey goods.