A bona fide example of ’80s trash horror, Jim Wynorski’s tale of killer robots and horny teens is its own kind of therapy.
Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell reunite to give their classic horror film a campy sequel-reboot that arguably surpasses the original.
Joel Schumacher’s sleazy, sweaty neo-noir of porn and pain remains a bizarre artifact for the director’s filmography, and it hasn’t lost its bite.
Glib in concept and garish in emotions, Gus Van Sant’s quirk-fest is a testament to just how grating the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope can be.
A look at death as the great equalizer, Gus Van Sant’s Kurt Cobain-inspired drama looks at the decay from man to myth—but never legend.
Jason (and the franchise) comes back from an ostensible conclusion to keep up the blood-splattering mayhem.
Spike Lee’s hamfisted misfire throws everything at the kitchen sink – income inequality, Watergate, lesbian stud service – and none of it sticks.
Stephen King and George Romero’s ode to creepy comic anthologies is a schlocky, joyous riot.