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.
Strange, hypnotic doom and gloom Southern cult classic, a modern-day Hatfield and McCoy feud underpinned by a violent, fatalistic melancholy.
Please, sir…may I have some more filth?
Awfulness like this is rare—it needs to be acknowledged and celebrated.
The Anti-Godfather.
A perfectly tempoed coming-of-age Western, with clear meditations on the difference between boys and men, between crime and moral fortitude…and between murder and justice.
It’s the end of the line for Billy Jack.
Ready for some more Billy Jack? Of course you are.
“Watch his feet, man. He can kill you with his feet.”
Movies & Drinks 