NJ/LA. Death to fascism. Long live the new flesh!
Someone snorted a line and screamed "Top Gun with bartenders!" and the worst commercially successful film of the 80's was born. All uphill from here for Tom Cruise. Masochism often comes to mind when I take pleasure in the pain of mediocrity, but nothing defines my relationship with the concept of masochism more than this. This is one of the worst films I've ever seen, period. On the other hand, it's one of the funniest films I've ever seen. And…
Problem Child meets The Hand That Rocks the Cradle on dexamethasone. Even knowing the whopper of a plot twist, this is more twisted than I could ever imagine. There’s no line it won’t cross. Don’t yourself “Are they gonna go there?” They do. The last two hours of my life don’t feel like they happened. Vera Farmiga should’ve been campaigned for an Oscar.
Bonus: Not only did I not know Margo Martindale is in this, she doesn’t die!
"I tried to kill a rabbit this morning, but it went down a hole."
None of the '81 werewolf titans were in any means mainstream, but this is the quirkiest of them all. Mike Wadleigh captures early 80's New York with all its anti-glamour, which adds the tension necessary to frame this as a pseudo-buddy cop deal with a police detective and a department shrink. Framed that way, it feels less like a werewolf film than a horror version of…
"We have protected innocence that I'm not willing to give up."
M. Night delivers his most pointed cautionary message: this is the America that Republicans want, a gaslit Amish cult governed by Orwellian puritanism. Throw in a reckonable ensemble cast, especially Bryce Dallas Howard, Adrien Brody, and Sigourney, pile on arresting Deakins cinematography, and this is probably M. Night's best besides Unbreakable. Y'all motherfuckers better atone for shitting on him for this prophecy.
“A lot of people have directed Stephen King novels and stories... and I finally decided if you want something done right, you oughta do it yourself.”
Add Dino De Laurentiis, an avalanche of cocaine, and AC/DC and yeah, The King more than gets his point across. Exactly my tempo of bugfuck insanity. My only complaint is that my favorite part of the movie is the first 15 minutes. After that, it lowers its voice from screaming to heatedly yelling.