Sharp, atmospheric, well-mounted little suspense thriller, with socko performances.
A low-budget indie starring a crazy MMA fighter as a crazy, murderous psychopath in a love letter to slashers of yore.
Director William Castle’s bizarre, schizophrenic children’s nightmare, damn near perfectly realized.
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?
Her driver’s license. Her credit cards. Her bank accounts. Her identity. DELETED.
Those eyes…those green laser eyes…
Terrific, little-seen U.K. suspenser.
In yet another pathetically obvious attempt to get Warner Bros.’ Archive Collection to send us review titles sans moola, we here at the Movies & Drinks offices have sobered up just enough to review one of their classic Blu-ray thriller releases, Wait Until Dark…because that’s the only kind of thriller the Archive releases: classic (we’ll… Read More ‘Wait Until Dark’ (1967): Pure suspense thriller gets better with age
Films like these weren’t made to be remembered. Thankfully, we’re now remembering them.
Early 80s hot house tramp Morgan Fairchild naked? Automatic “recommend” for The Seduction.