Golden Boy
So, yes, if you’ve seen a James Bond movie, you know exactly what tropes Altin Cocuk holds in store. But the film nonetheless offers distinct pleasures in the course of watching them unfold.
So, yes, if you’ve seen a James Bond movie, you know exactly what tropes Altin Cocuk holds in store. But the film nonetheless offers distinct pleasures in the course of watching them unfold.
This is a film for people already initiated into the ways of Harinam Singh, rather than a film that is going to convince you to donate your worldly possessions to the man and join his cult (in the cult’s defense, he will use your worldly possessions to finance another rubber mask monster movie).
To my mind, when it comes to horror filmmaking with an exploitative edge, the Indonesians back then really knew what they were doing. Their films were both compact and loaded with outlandish visuals…
Held up against more famous Japanese ghost movies, Ghost Stories of Wanderer at Honjo probably seems a bit slight. But just because it doesn’t aspire to lofty or epic intentions doesn’t mean it’s not a great little movie.
If more Godzilla fans could get the broom out of their ass and actually enjoy the films rather than nitpick and dissect them under an electron microscope, they’d see that in its own way, for its own audience, Minya and Godzilla’s Revenge are as effective and important to the series as the original.
The Girl from Rio was designed from the ground up to appeal to pervy little goblins like me. Bright colors, mad costumes, gun fights, weird sets, and lots of almost naked women
It’s difficult to freshen up a hoary old concept without losing the essence of what made that concept eventually become hoary. Reinterpretations of classical monsters often go so far afield […]
I’ve been curating (at least in my own mind), a retrospective film series entitled “The Most Important Films of the Reagan Era.” This ongoing series, which is currently in regular […]
Gandahar makes the cardinal mistake of being a movie about people struggling to escape the iron grip of a merciless, mechanical, totalitarian regime, then it went and got itself animated in North Korea
GI Joe: The Movie feels like marketing was supposed to be first, but the screenwriter had so much booze and amphetamines that the whole thing veered off into the outer limits of madness. There’s just nothing in it that is well-done, and you know that from me, that’s an endorsement.