by Ben Arzate After an intense rehearsal, a French dance troupe throws a party to relax and unwind, enjoying the sangria that the choreographer leading the troupe made for them. However, they soon discover that the sangria has been spiked with LSD. Trapped in their rehearsal hall in the dead of winter, they try
by Zakary McGaha Warning: This review has spoilers. I don’t like writing bad reviews. I don’t enjoy using gigantic amounts of snark to tear things apart. But The Maze, a 2010 horror film directed by Stephen Shimek, deserves more than snark: it deserves super snark. The Maze is a film I used to see all
by Bob Freville Trying to get a film off the ground can be a particularly Sisyphean task and, as French philosopher Albert Camus once famously said, “You think I could bum a dollar or a smoke? C’mon, man, I’m good for it.” Making movies isn’t for the weak of resolve, but it may be for
The Con is On (2018, Lionsgate) Review by Bob Freville The term “vanity project” gets thrown around a lot, but it’s something that is normally applied to an art form attempted by a novice who is foreign to the field in question. When you hear that a sitcom actor like Charlie Sheen has put out
Welcome back to Ben Arzate’s The Unreprinted, a column exploring rare and/or out-of-print books that have left a lasting impression on readers. Today, author Zakary McGaha takes a look at Jeffrey Thomas’s entry in the Black Flame series of Nightmare on Elm Street tie-ins. by Zakary McGaha The Black Flame line of books holds its
Read Part I here. A figure in a giant bunny mask murders the wicked with whatever implement is at hand, sending them to the Lord at the wrong end of a broomstick or the working end of a power drill. When the masked avenger’s not slaughtering the damned, it’s defending a damaged young man
By Bob Freville A stoner med student receives a knock on his dorm room door. When he opens it a lanky woman, butt naked, stands before him, her pert nipples staring at him. This temptress wants to fuck and who’s this pipsqueak to say no? The med student invites her in and they get right
By Bob Freville There’s an inherent problem with the Die Hard series—it hasn’t been good since 1995. Sure, 2007’s Live Free or Die Hard had its dim charms, such as Maggie Q in black leather and the scenery-chewing fan boy Kevin Smith’s cameo as a basement-dwelling hacker. But there was an insufficient amount of awesome
The insidious organism that has long preyed upon those of White Anglo Saxon stock has somehow become more pervasive in recent months. The elusive ethnocentrada broca’s aphasia worm or hate-leech, for short, has taken charge of its new hosts at an alarming rate. In the span of less than five years, it has begun to
Tyler, the Creator has released a Christmas EP. Nevermind that his connection to 2018’s movie, The Grinch (yet another Grinch revamp… what, did Jim Carrey’s age that fast?), sort of leaves him with an excuse of “well, while I’m here…”–however the hell we got here, we’re here, and we’re just going to have to learn
