My Soul To Take Review

Oh, Wes Craven, where is your Nightmare On Elm Street, your Scream, your Serpent and the Rainbow?  They are gems of the past.  It would seem all we’re left with in the present is My Money -uh, Soul, To Take.  Oh, sure, it looks good, and there’s some good mis-direction, but where is the horror?

Jackass 3D Review

What is there to really say here?  It’s not like you don’t know what the Hell this film is about.  Johnny Knoxville and his band of knuckleheads do more horrifyingly disturbing things to each other for the amusement (and horror) of others.  Any questions?  I didn’t think so.

Monsters Review

I love monster movies.  Love ’em.  Been a Godzilla fan since I was a mid single-digit child.  I was watching some kind of monster movie when my mom kicked my dad out of the house for good.  If there was a film with a monster, giant or otherwise, I’d watch it.  And I still do.

Shriekfest 2010

 

Ladies and gentleman, ghouls and gravediggers, undead and dead alike, welcome to another wrap-up of Shriekfest!  2010 was a pretty good year, all things considered.  First off, I’d like to say that I really like Shriekfest.  I have a great time there and I usually make time to see just about everything.

Black Swan Review

I have never been much of a fan of ballet, or opera, for that matter.  My step-grandfather, a Scottish-born man, drinker of fine scotch, was a fan of both.  He tried to instill some interest of these (no, not the scotch) in me as a teen, to no avail.  However, if I had seen Black Swan then, I’m sure I would have changed my tune.

The Tempest Review

Ok, I admit it; I’ve not read a lot of Shakespeare.  But I’ve enjoyed all of what I’ve seen adapted to film.  Ha – spoken like a true MTV generation kid (ok, a little pre-MTV generation).  And I have also enjoyed much of Julie Taymor’s directing.  I loved the passion and creativity of her film Titus based on yet another Shakespearean work.

Casino Jack Review

I saw a blurb about Kevin Spacey in this movie not too long ago that said something to the effect of “The kind of performance that made you love him in American Beauty.”  That’s all fine and good, but that kind of fawning just seems like desperation to me.  Like people should see this movie because it’s Kevin Spacey acting like he did in a movie you love.