Jason VandenBerghe is a heavy metal human being. He's clad in black, sports thick long hair, a beard that vikings would be proud of, and a ring for every single finger. He's also very intense - melodramatic event - and speaks in deep, philosophical tones that wouldn't sound out of place in a medieval stage play.
A ticket to Verena Paravel and Lucien Castaing-Taylor's documentary CANIBA should come with complimentary wi-fi access. Traveling to Wikipedia is a must before, or even during the film, which presupposes knowledge - which I didn't have - of its subject, Issei Sagawa. A horrible but fascinating man, Sagawa found infamy and minor celebrity for murdering and cannibalizing Renée Hartevelt, a Dutch woman whom he met in Paris in 1981.
Reach back into film history and you’ll find some of the most memorable quotes of all time: offers you can’t refuse, feelings about not being in Kansas anymore, and forces being with you - these are all utterances that we as a society won’t soon forget. In 1987, director Fred Dekker and co-writer Shane Black added another important phrase to our cultural lexicon in their now classic horror/comedy The Monster Squad. If you’ve seen the movie you probably know which line I’m talking about...
THE QUEEN OF HOLLYWOOD BLVD cuts an impressive figure - she's a woman who’s been around long enough to see it all, with flowing black hair, retro sunglasses, and a leopard-print wardrobe. She smokes like a diesel engine and has a grumbling voice to match, dragging herself around the filth-laden streets of L.A. with a gold-tipped cane that doubles as a deadly weapon. Mary (Rosemary Hochschild) is not to be fucked with. She runs a nude revue on Hollywood Boulevard - a club populated with characters so colorful they could have stepped right out of Toontown.
WELCOME THE STRANGER joins a growing subgenre of films where waifish women mope around houses while paranormal stuff happens in the background. It’s in debatably good company, since lots of people seemed to like Kristen Stewart in Personal Shopper and Rooney Mara in A Ghost Story (despite the presence of Casey Affleck). But will they feel the same way about Abbey Lee as she explores a creepy mansion while piano keys clink eerily and the deep bass of a string quartet evinces a palpable sense of dread? Let’s find out.
If Quentin Tarantino gave Alfred Hitchcock a foot massage, NUMBER 37 would almost certainly be the resulting love child. Now, I know that’s not the most appealing image but I ask that you picture it for me in graphic detail: Tarantino’s weird, angular face contorting wildly as Hitchcock jiggles and undulates in response to every passionate rub, gradually escalating in passion and intensity until… BOOM! Out pops director Nosipho Dumisa’s NUMBER 37!
We’re almost three months into 2018 already. How did that happen? Life is passing us by at seemingly ever-increasing speed. The festive season is long passed, but it feels like only yesterday that every man and his blog was debating whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie, or even more controversially, Lethal Weapon. I mean come on, Die Hard is definitely a Christmas movie! “Let it Snow” plays over the closing credits, for shit’s sake!
It takes true intestinal fortitude to make a zombie flick these days. Doing so means taking on "The Walking Dead" juggernaut - AMC's show has mined just about every vein of undead story you could think of, so in order to do something fresh, filmmakers have to not just think outside the box - they need to throw the box into a pit of slavering zombies and make sure it gets completely obliterated.
I've only been to Brooklyn once for a brief few hours, meaning I didn’t get as much of a feel for the place as I would’ve liked. I spent most of my time there perusing a cult DVD store owned by a particularly friendly fellow from the Eastern Bloc, who took pride in stocking his shelves with everything from Jodorowsky to Lenzi, Argento to Carpenter, etc. It’s a great little store, and I felt instantly at home walking through its doors, comforted by all the familiarity and flicks that I love.