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.
I'm watching Miami Connection for the first time tonight, and I'm fucking excited.
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...
Scarecrows is a film filled with bursts of shouting. Here's my favourite shouty bit.
Jesus Christ. I've had "I am a Disco Dancer" from Disco Dancer stuck in my head on loop for the past week. GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!
The Wildgoose Chase is about as dumb as Hong Kong cinema gets. And that's pretty dumb.
The Granny is a beautiful tale exploring the themes of family, old age, and mink stole puppets eating people.
The Invisible Maniac features someone getting killed by a submarine sandwich. And it's easily the best part of this shitty, shitty movie.
Even if you don't dig Doctor Vampire's jarring mix of genres, it's hard not to appreciate its more insane moments, like a reanimated corpse running around with a boner and, in the case of this week's clip, a vampire getting her boobs skewered.