If you're a fan of Hansen or Rochon, this is a must-see, but even if you're not, you might get something out of Hellblock 13. It has everything a growing horror fan needs (albeit on a smaller scale): gore, water-soaked child-zombies, a mutant-redneck, acid-fueled bikers, and decapitation.
You might watch Plan 10 and utterly hate it. It could be interpreted as total nonsense. But if you can see the mad genius creeping out behind the hairy-chested exhibitionists and bee-hive-faced aliens, you'll have a joyously good time at the movies.
I watched this purely for the Craven connection, but even with a famed and talented director was at the helm, I most certainly did not expect this to be a good porn film. I really, really dug this.
Death Bed is a surreal film, or at least it aims for surrealism. It has pretensions to be something more than a schlocky horror movie, despite, and I’ll say this again and again, it is a film about a bed that eats people.
Junoon's illegitimate inspiration comes from a classic of the horror genre, An American Werewolf in London, and it has just right amount of ludicrous originality to place it among the best Bollywood horror films around.
Who Killed Captain Alex is a blast throughout its short length. And personally, I found it kind of inspiring. These men from the slums of Uganda use every resource they can to make movies and entertain people, no matter how silly they turn out.
Unmasked Part 25 needs to be dredged out of its pit of obscurity and worshipped as a cult classic. I say this a lot, but I really mean it this time: this is a legitimate must see, so see it!
I'm not entirely sure how a gay audience would react to this. I'd imagine, like any crowd, it will have its nervous detractors and its belly-laughing supporters. Gay or straight, its unhinged middle finger to political correctness is easy to appreciate.
Wow. Corruption is fucking incredible. Dripping with style, the film is shot with atmospheric lighting and beautifully framed images. The pacing is slow, but, with its considered editing, Watkins creates a seriously unnerving tone that seems to give a sad middle finger to 80s corporate culture.
Like a Haneke film, when the end credits roll, you're left feeling like a little part of you has just died. I'd imagine that Morris County may frustrate those seeking a hammy anthology flick, but those who give it a chance will be rewarded.
Those already well-versed in his sadistic stylings of Andy Milligan will lap up Guru, the Mad Monk. It features the requisite mean-spirited dialogue, entertaining performances, sick and silly acts of depravity, and a loving relationship between a mad monk and his hunchback.