Move along folks wasn't the Peele sophomore slump we expected. Yes it had a painfully obvious ending and its mid section relied too much on worn-out ✂ slasher tropes. But I enjoyed it enough, loads of neat GenX film references, easter eggs plus fun inclusions (like all the 11:11 numerology stuff & rorschach test titles) that's sure to give horror/fan theorists and online nut-jobs their moneys worth.
The most offensive rape in the film, is the rape of the viewers endurance tolerance. 40 years since I Spit on Your Grave, the originals director Meir Zarchi and the actress who played Jennifer (Camille Keaton) make a direct sequel. Jennifer's written a popular book about her ordeal, and while doing a promotional radio tour her and her model daughter Christy encounters relatives of the original rapists.
The scripts as dimwitted as the hicks its based around, the acting's barely…
Big city radio host Grant Mazzy is just finding his feet in his new position at Pontypool's humble radio station. During one of his nightly broadcasts, a strange hive mind inducing viral outbreak slowly takes a grip on the small towns population.
Amazingly sharp, psychological take on the tired zombie genre. Premise starts out a little like "The Fog"'s rural radio broadcaster, but the story takes its own unique path. It begins with a light slightly humorous tone, but slowly…
"Listen little Stevie King" - Wade (Rainn Wilson)
Essentially South Parks - Pink Eye episode without the Hitler & Wookie costumes and Trey & Matts inventive situational wit. Don't get me wrong Rainn Wilson beating & torching the undead shit out of the kids was fucking hilarious, trouble was the remaining several characters were like his straight man. It didn't spread the funny. Shame because it had Breaking Bads Badger and Losts Hurley who are genuinely funny guys wasted in uneventful support roles.