‘The Pack’ (1977): Hungry, bloodthirsty pets do not appreciate being abandoned
Lassie Come Home…So You Can Rip My Face Off!
Lassie Come Home…So You Can Rip My Face Off!
Fall’s here! Fall begins with the letter “f,” kids! There are lots and lots of other words that begin with the letter “f,” now that fall is here! Can you think of any? I know can! Like…”f******” leaves to rake! “F******” snow tires to drag out of the garage! “F******” heating bills I can’t afford!… Read More ‘The Norliss Tapes’ (1972): NBC tries to recapture thrill of ‘The Night Stalker’
Now…according to the general consensus of new “film reviewers” (blech), those soy-drinking, pajama-clad, lip balm-wearing, unisex bathroom-using beta, um…males (I would assume), those vicious, fey dictators of what is acceptable, both morally and socially, when it comes to cinema, a movie like Virgin Witch is to be, at the very least, pilloried, mostly because it… Read More ‘Virgin Witch’ (1972): UK horror flick is amusing & sexy the second time around
Entertaining, casually lurid unofficial “official” prequel/sequel to the iconic Hitchcock horror/suspense classic.
Not “horrific” by today’s standards…but acceptably frightening and strange.
Hey! Did you know that 2024 is the 45th anniversary of the release of Dino DeHorrendous’ epic disaster romance, Hurricane. You didn’t?! Well that’s okay…no one did.
Another summer of fun, right? Hot dogs, baseball games, grandma’s old-fashioned cracker crumb cake, lazing on the front porch at dusk, watching the fireflies, waiting for the next government-sanctioned assassination attempt…it’s been a real scorcher. I’ll tell you what’s not hot—Al Pacino’s Bobby Deerfield, the ludicrous 1977 Sydney Pollack attempt to marry Formula One racing with… Read More ‘Bobby Deerfield’ (1977): Pollack & Pacino stall at the starting line
Considering it’s now official that we live in a Third World banana republic (when the illegitimate ruling junta doesn’t even bother to cover its tracks when trying to zap its chief political opponent, the “golden days” of the American republic are well and truly over), can you blame anyone who’s looking for a little escapism?… Read More ‘Beach Party’ (1963): Sun, music & surf for your summer blues
When I was writing about the best James Bond movie, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, did I mention that the first thing Pierce Brosnan does every morning is kneel down in front of a shrine to Daniel Craig and mumble a silent prayer and “thank you” for Craig saving him from the moniker of “worst… Read More ‘Casino Royale’ (2006): Daniel Craig introduces a serious, gritty Bond. Is this what we wanted?
Flipping through some possible DVD choices on a typically fetid, humid summer night here in the Great American Middle West, I popped in director Frank Tashlin’s spy spoof Caprice from 1967 (I needed something with snow in it), starring the one and only Doris Day.