On John Landis, The Monster and The Girl, and An American Werewolf In London
A look at one of John Landis’s weirder inspirations.
A look at one of John Landis’s weirder inspirations.
Do you vaguely recall it being the worst? Sure, that’s what THEY want you to believe. Let me expand your mind…
Come on in, and let’s watch the geek bite the head off this chicken…
A movie so stuffed with whiz-bang your whiz-banger will cease to whiz and bang.
The send-off of the original cast dreams it’s a movie, but belongs on TV.
Cast whomever you like in this thing–women, men, moose, crustaceans, four neatly arranged piles of gravel–it’s still terrible.
Watch you don’t get possessed, now.
How great is Muhammad Ali? Let him tell you…
An epic adventure of 1920s warfare you will be forgiven for sleeping through.
An animated talking dogs movie you will suffer nightmares from for the rest of your life.
A Zappa concert and a Zappa documentary. Two movies worth your time and attention.
A feel-good cop-drama symposium on race relations? Sounds like a Disney movie.
In which we find it’s best not to know.
To be a gear in the oppressive machinery of society, or a wrench?