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Goon bags. Baked beans. Eggs. Swearing. It's perfect. And though it's absurd, it's somehow incredibly accurate and reminds me of the Christmases of my childhood. Yikes.
Kyouryu Sentai Zyuranger is varied in its villains and monsters. They can be terrifying as fuck. They can be destructive forces of nature. Or they can be children-napping, accordion playing dorks.
I love how this poster for The Malibu Bikini Shop is as cartoonish as it is sleazy.
I'm watching Miami Connection for the first time tonight, and I'm fucking excited.
Massage Parlor Murders! is fucking great. It delivers on sleaze and stupidity. The death scenes are filthy and crass. The nudity is rampant and gratuitous. The performances are big and stupid.
I can't believe this is my second clip of the week from Stuart Gordon's Space Truckers. I guess it must be a seminal sci-fi masterpiece after all...
It’s always interesting to see the debut film of a master filmmaker. It could be a brilliant slice of cinema that shows us genius from the beginning — like, say, John Cassavetes’s Shadows. Or, like Takashi Miike’s Red Hunter: Prelude to Kill, it could be a total pile of shit that offers no glimpse of...
Scarecrows is a film filled with bursts of shouting. Here's my favourite shouty bit.
Flesh and Lace is premium sleaze, entertaining from start to finish.