Documenting Jungle Madness
In which Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey…, a new documentary on the making of The Island of Dr. Moreau, and other chronicles of mad jungle adventures are thunk upon.
In which Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey…, a new documentary on the making of The Island of Dr. Moreau, and other chronicles of mad jungle adventures are thunk upon.
Hipster mocks hipsters. Universe implodes. Mild laughs ensue.
In which we discuss these two ’60s westerns oft-cited as the original acid westerns, and wonder whether “acid western” is indeed a genre.
Weng Weng’s fighting style is mostly a blend of hiding behind things and sliding along the floor like Tom Cruise in his underpants.
The Soviet Union was a strange place. Strange to anyone who didn’t live there, and, I’d have to expect, strange to those who did.
If you want to survive, you must adapt, submit, and succumb to cinema. Start with Saul Bass’ Phase IV.
In which three love stories no sane human would watch back to back are watched back to back.
It was a big week for the Evil Genius.
Without each other, we would have no masters and no slaves.
Mr. Babadook is coming to get you, kiddies. Watch out.
They said it couldn’t be done. Watch us do it anyway.
In Selma, MLK Jr has a dream, yes, but it is a dream of being unburdened.
A loop-de-loop of a time travel flick that’s better than its lack of advertising would suggest.
Tim Burton returns with a movie as deep as a very, very shallow puddle. I advise swimming elsewhere.