Everest: The Finest in 2015 3-D Disaster Porn
Why watch it? Because it’s there.
Why watch it? Because it’s there.
Wes Craven means well with his new nightmare, and maybe that’s the problem.
It’s not always green grass and flowers visiting the ’80s. Sometimes you step in Dreamscape.
Revisiting this low-key sort-of thriller from way, way back in the aughts.
Why not celebrate Labor Day by quitting your job? Hooray!
The movies’ greatest “that guy” gets his own documentary. About time.
RIP Wes Craven, 1939-2015.
An attempt at a minimalist, existential action flick. Go for the car chases, stay for… well… the car chases.
In the future, we will all be spanked by robots.
In which there will be yelling and there will be shooting.
A slow-burning Tennessee Williams melodrama you may or may not enjoy falling asleep to.
Annoying reporter meets awesome writer. No drama ensues.
In which we find questionable those insisting we stop complaining about computer graphics overwhelming movies.
What’s this? A non-moralizing coming-of-age movie about a teenage girl? Tis rare indeed, but here it is, in all its ’70s glory.