Every now and then, a small independent film manages to break through the cracks in the towering wall of entertainment available to our fickle culture. Like some little engine that could, it attracts critical praise and audience attention through its sheer brilliance, and without some huge marketing campaign.
A Spike Lee Joint. I always smile when those words grace a film's opening. It's not a credit we can always expect as Lee occasionally chooses the more drab, "a Spike Lee film," when embarking on potential money makers. Some for better, such as Inside Man, and some for worse, such as his regrettable remake of Chan-Wook Park's Oldboy.
Unfriended is a film about how bullying, terrorizing, and murder are carried out in the 21st century. Gone are the days of good old fashioned stalking by following someone from a distance in your car or sending them letters written in lipstick through the postal service.
Submitted for your approval... Five strange and horrific works of cinematic depravity, the total running time of which would make a lovely line up for a li'l Halloween film festival.
My advice? Why not lock the door, draw those pesky curtains and dig into that massive bowl of candy yourself. Kids aren't getting enough exercise these days anyway.
In exchange for the safe return of a kidnapped Princess, the British PM must decide if he will submit to a sickening form of public humiliation... A loner living in a corporate dystopia makes a violent attempt to free himself from a life of plodding servitude...
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you microwaved someone's head . . .
Once again, moviegoers and critics alike find themselves in January, the month where the Hollywood awards begin to be handed out and the number of new offerings at the local multiplex begins to diminish. Gone is the glut of movies fighting for the all important Christmas dollar where, 5 or even 6 new wide releases could come out on the same day.
In Hollywood things go in cycles. For the longest time, horror was box office poison -- a genre mainstream audiences avoided in droves and was frequented by a small but dedicated group of fans. All that changed when Scream hit screens in 1996, and what's followed is an almost non-stop barrage of horror movies.
Please excuse the enthusiasm that will inevitably bubble over throughout this review, as I am about to give my first "horror" five-star rating.
While, as a film critic, it is dangerous to make broad generalizations (all Vin Diesel movies aren't worthy of my time, all Fellini movies are egotistically maddening, etc.) I feel relatively safe in claiming that films adapted from Stephen King works fall under three categories.