Best picture, must be doing something right!
Roger Corman’s passing provided a good illustration of how and how not to remember an influential, widely beloved figure.
John Travolta continues to scrape the bottom with the deathly dull 2019 racing Trading Paint.
With Shania Twain for some reason?
The Banana Splits Movie ratchets up the creepiness of The Banana Splits Show to horrific extremes.
One of you kind souls paid me to see the bonkers martial arts Samourais. It was weird!
You know who was great? Stuart Gordon. That man made a lot of good movies. Movies like 2007’s terrific and uncompromising Stuck.
As part of my ongoing, obsessive coverage of Loqueesha filmmaker Jeremy Saville’s life and work, I unearth some of his early Youtube work, including such tellingly titled clips as “The Girlfriend Trainer” and “GayDate.” In a shocking, unexpected turn of events, they’re quite poor and also pretty offensive!
Elon Musk predicted that the Academy Awards would celebrate all things woke. He seems very upset that it didn’t happen that way.
The 1994 comedy The Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult is that rarest of creatures: a sequel that is not as good as the original.
MY World OF Flops
Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place is the home of My World of Flops, the legendary, thirteen year old column about the most famous flops of all time that introduced the phrase “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” into the cultural lexicon and inspired the 2011 book My Year of Flops.
They made a movie about the monster inside the moon who is causing the moon to fall to earth that is every bit as transcendent and wonderful as that sounds.
The surreal fall of GarfieldEats, the world’s only Garfield-themed eatery just keeps getting sadder and more surreal.
At the height of his fame, a creepily over-sexualized O.J. Simpson became the fourth black man to host Saturday Night Live in a surreal episode that, needless to say, has aged in a very strange, unfortunate way.
As a writer-director, Barry Levinson has made a lot of great movies. Unfortunately, he’s also made a lot of movies like the 1994 dud Jimmy Hollywood.
Clean cut fictional mouse Mickey Mouse released a Hip Hop album during the height of G-funk. It went so badly it somehow resulted in Tupac Shakur getting killed.
Saturday Night Live turned blue during a Dunn-less episode featuring the eternally controversial Andrew “Dice” Clay. It was UNBELIEVABLE! Oh!
A week devoted to terrible Saturday Night Live hosts kicks off with a mortified look at Milton Berle’s notorious episode.
I revisit the notorious Saturday Night Live episode that gave a grateful world the magical phrase, “Some of y’all are not washing your ass properly!”
Gerald Ford press secretary Ron Nessen thought he could get Saturday Night Live by hosting the show. That is not how things played out.
Travolta/Cage Project
Nathan Rabin loves John Travolta and Nicolas Cage so much he’s committed to watching EVERY movie they’ve appeared in for a column that will take a good five years to finish, The Travolta/Cage Project, the print version of the smash-hit, impossibly lucrative podcast Travolta/Cage.
John Travolta continues to scrape the bottom with the deathly dull 2019 racing Trading Paint.
With Shania Twain for some reason?
This Nicolas Cage vehicle is g-g-g-rounded until all of the g-g-g-ghosts!
Nicolas Cage has made a LOT of movies. Some of them are pretty crummy, like the overwrought 2019 Southern Gothic melodrama Grand Isle.
In a real change of pace, John Travolta, late in his career, that was not good.
Nicolas Cage. A jaguar and a killer on the loose. A boat. All the ingredients for a goofy good time.
Holy shit is the 2019 H.P. Lovecraft adaptation Color Out of Space a terrifying and terrific masterpiece of cosmic horror.
After making The Cotton Club and Rumble Fish early in their careers, a well-fed Nicolas Cage and Laurence Fishburne reunite for 2019’s pulpy, profoundly silly Running With the Devil.
Control Nathan Rabin 4.0
It’s the column that allows YOU, the Happy Place patron an opportunity to choose a movie that Rabin must watch and then write about for a one-time, one-hundred dollar pledge! The price goes down to seventy-five dollars for all subsequent choices.
Did Red Dwarf invent the concept of Incels? Possibly!
One of you kind patrons paid me to experience the surreal lunacy of Moonwalker, the trippy, weirdly revealing 1988 vanity project he made to promote Bad.
One of you kind souls paid me to see 2011’s Megan is Missing, a movie that legitimately fucked me up.
They made a movie about the monster inside the moon who is causing the moon to fall to earth that is every bit as transcendent and wonderful as that sounds.
The Oscar-winning director of Gandhi joined forces with the Academy-Award-winning screenwriter of All The President’s Men and the Oscar-festooned star of Silence of the Lambs for an evil ventriloquist dummy movie that’s way better than it has any right to be.
My patron-funded journey through the British science-fiction television cult classic Red Dwarf continues.
Destroy All Neighbors is a demented dark horror comedy in the Evil Dead II vein.
The talking horse comedy Hot to Trot is like my ex-wife’s Meatloaf Surprise: not good!
My journey through the films of 1994 continues with a fond look at 1994’s Surviving the Game, a Most Dangerous Game adaptation starring Ice-T, Rutger Hauer, Gary Busey, F. Murray Abraham, Charles S. Dutton, Jeff Corey, and John C. McGinley. It’s quite the testosterone-fueled sausage fest!
Hype Williams made a big leap from hotshot music video director to filmmaker with 1998’s Belly, a stunning, incoherent cult classic that has aged in a really interesting way.
Control Nathan and Clint
Nathan Rabin and Clint Worthington (co-host of the Travolta/Cage Podcast) do your bidding!
Cindy Crawford once made a movie that was a big old, non-sexy mistake.
You generous, career-sustaining sick fucks made me watch a movie where Rodney Dangerfield's got five wives—and a whole lot of headaches! No Respect January is proving to be fucking brutal.
It's your favorite cartoon characters as you've never seen them before: dourly delivering shrill anti-drug messages in a hilariously off-brand "Just Say No" extravaganza of nightmarish proportions!
For latest installment of Control Nathan and Clint, you had us revisit the first time the Superman franchise went horrifically awry, Richard Lester’s Superman III, a terrible Richard Pryor comedy that’s just barely a superhero movie and comes alive only when Superman is being a raging, super-powered douche bag.
You guys had me re-watch the 1996 Shaq-as-rapping-genie movie Kazaam and I’m not gonna lie: it broke me a little bit.
You generous monsters made me and Clint watch and talk about the movie where a once-behoved franchise really Nuked the Fridge, metaphorically and of course literally as well.
You kind-hearted sadists made me and Clint watch The Last Airbender. The phrase "quite poor" does not do justice to just how truly poor it is.
Killer trees face off against Mark Wahlberg, SCIENCE MAN, in the spectacularly stupid, wonderfully entertaining camp classic THE HAPPENING.
A Predator is in town with a few days to kill in the enjoyably junky, very 1990 science-fiction/cop movie hybrid Predator.
This Looks Terrible
For the purpose of a very strange cyber-safety initiative noted bully Garfield became an anti-bullying advocate and Nermal became a fat-shaming asshole as oblivious as he is creepy.
As part of my ongoing, obsessive coverage of Loqueesha filmmaker Jeremy Saville’s life and work, I unearth some of his early Youtube work, including such tellingly titled clips as “The Girlfriend Trainer” and “GayDate.” In a shocking, unexpected turn of events, they’re quite poor and also pretty offensive!
If you thought Vince Offer’s 2013 sketch comedy abomination inAPPropriate Comedy was an abomination, you’re right, but its Vince Offer-heavy prequel, 1999’s The Underground Comedy Movie, is somehow even worse! It’s an Offer you can, and most assuredly should, refuse.
It's a second rate The Godfather parody with Rodney as the Rodfather! Plus, it's a Kevin McDonald vehicle. What's not to love? (a lot, actually)
You know how everyone says Bright is total garbage? They're being overly generous.
John Candy Month kicks off with a fond look back at 1989’s Who’s Harry Crumb, a stupid movie for dumb babies.
It all comes down to this! Feld-Month covers Corey Feldman and his scantily clad all-female backing band Corey's Angels' shamelessly entertaining, as well as just plain shameless, Branson, variety-show-style two-hour-plus live extravaganza in Atlanta. It's uh, well, it's something. Just read!
Was making July Corey Feldman month a terrible mistake? Probably.
Loqueesha looks impossibly bad. Writer-director-star Jeremy Savile’s vile previous film, the appallingly misogynistic 2012 atrocity The Test, may be even worse.
Scalding Hot Takes
The column where Rabin ventures wearily back into the waters of film criticism by watching and writing about the big new theatrical releases.
You know how everyone says Bright is total garbage? They're being overly generous.
In what I can safely deem the biggest disappointment of my life Meg 2: The Trench kinda sucks.
Do you enjoy racism and murder but fear Hispanics? Then boy, do we have a movie for you! A BAD movie, that is!
Sub-Cult
Tomorrow’s Cult Movies Today.
Fiona Apple’s dad gives an unforgettable performance as a Christmas-crazed killer in Christmas Evil, John Waters’ favorite Christmas movie.
Instead of going to the Gathering of the Juggalos, Insane Clown Posse’s yearly festival of arts and culture I took a little mind vacation to Vista Del Mar with some agreeable gals by the name of Barb and Star.
By the fifth film in the original series, the Child’s Play franchise had gotten ridiculously silly in a most delightful, meta kind of way.
Donald Duck is down to fuck in the shockingly horny 1944 animated masterpiece The Three Caballeros.
Charles Grodin Month comes to an end with a fond look back at Clifford, a notorious flop that cast Martin Short as a ten year old boy and Grodin as his apoplectic uncle that went on to find a dedicated cult thanks largely to podcaster Tom Scharpling.
Movies about television month kicks off with a fond look back at the trippy Kristin Wiig vehicle Welcome To Me, a surreal character study about a mentally ill woman who wins the lottery and uses the winnings to live out her Oprah Winfrey fantasies.
Before 48 Hours, Lethal Weapon or Beverly Hills Cop there was Alan Arkin and James Caan in Richard Rush’s wildly influential 1974 mismatched buddy cop cult classic Freebie and the Bean, a weirdly forgotten blockbuster as problematic as it is entertaining.
Here at Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place, it’s 420 every day!
There has, paradoxically, never been a better time to laugh at the idiot apocalypse of Mars Attacks! than now, when the end seems so tantalizingly, horrifyingly near.
Phil Hartman Month kicks off with a loving appreciation of the wonderfully idiotic 1995 interracial buddy comedy Houseguest, which paired the beloved Saturday Night Live funnyman with goateed 1990s jokester Sinbad.