Brad Dourif was very nearly not the voice of Chucky and other near misses.
Read MoreOne of you kind souls paid me to re-experience the exquisite absurdity of Richard Rush’s gloriously kooky 1994 erotic thriller Color of Night.
Read MoreThe riveting, shockingly sensitive TV adaptation Chucky illustrates what makes the Child’s Play franchise so unexpected and essential.
Read MoreBy the fifth film in the original series, the Child’s Play franchise had gotten ridiculously silly in a most delightful, meta kind of way.
Read MoreIt doesn’t get much better, or much crazier, than Werner Herzog’s 2009 masterpiece Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans.
Read MoreMy patron-funded exploration of the films of Virginia Madsen continues with a fond look back at David Lynch’s 1984 adaptation of Dune, which I deemed a Fiasco when I covered it for My World of Flops but that I now adore.
Read MoreMy patron-funded jaunt through the films of Rebecca Gayheart continues with a seedy morality tale in which Peter Weller plays the devil and Balthazar Getty his protege in all things wicked.
Read MoreIt’s Scream, except with urban legends instead of movies. And also terrible.
Read MoreOur deep dive into the complete discography of Nicolas Cage continues with a look back at the muddled 1993 inter-racial buddy comedy Amos & Andrew, a maddening heap of missed opportunities and muddled satire.
Read MoreAt the request of a very special patron, I take an affectionate look at the wonderfully preposterous Body Parts, a 1991 horror movie from the screenwriter of Near Dark and The Hitcher about a worst-case scenario when receiving a transplant: Murder Arm, a debilitating ailment that makes you want to murder everyone you meet.
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