This was a favorite of mine as a kid; I even begged my parents for the Fangoria with all the extra gore pics. Glad that it holds up pretty well, thanks to the pre-Final Destination death sequences involving everyday appliances - that microwave scene must have been especially insane for eight-year-old me. The talky Address Book Killer is very Freddy meets Lawnmower Man, but hey it was the '90s.
Gets an extra half star for the rare Karen Allen lead role.
I get all of the hate, but after 11 films of watching Michael Myers return to Haddonfield to eradicate the Strodes, I'm okay with something a little different. This is more or less the Halloween movie I expected when David Gordon Green first boarded the franchise: weird, tragic, and kinda indie. Awful dialogue aside, Ends feels more in line with Green's early work like George Washington than the first two films of his trilogy. And thankfully, it's a lot less…
Harrowing and hilarious, with an unexpected Hackers reference amidst all the proselytizing. I need to see Paul Walter Hauser star in a feature about the cucked father of four who almost definitely murdered his wife.
Count me in for a spooky old-dark-house murder mystery, especially one set in a leaky Venetian palazzo haunted by angry orphans. This is the first of the Branagh/Christie films that I've enjoyed - hell I'm not even 100% sure if I've seen Death on the Nile - and doesn't just feel like famous people playing dress up for local theater (except Tina Fey, who always seems about to crack SNL style). I appreciate Branagh going out of his way to…
The cinematic equivalent of that very specific childhood dread you'd get when your parents left you home to go out for dinner: that they might die in a car accident and leave you alone.
