There are certain movies I can’t seem to avoid seeing regardless how bad they look: anything with a serial killer hacking up oh-so-pretty teenage stars, anything with a ghost scaring the crap out of stupid people, and apparently, anything with a winged cannibal dressed up in a Matrix costume.

Oh dear.

That’s really all I can say. I was one of those that realized the potential of the first Jeepers Creepers. It had the atmosphere, the mood, and just the right amount of creepiness. Then, it suddenly turned into a slapstick comedy. But, the potential was there. Potential that I thought I might see in in Jeepers Creepers II. And, I SO didn’t.(read more...)

I'll be the first to admit it - I know dip-doodly about modern Japanese cinema. In a message board recently, I confused Takashi Miike with Beat Takeshi, a cardinal sin which was pointed out with some amount of politeness almost immediately. My sheer ignorance probably has something to do with the fact that, up until now, the most recent Japanese film I'd seen was Godzilla vs. King Ghidorah. So you'll forgive some blundering in this review.(read more...)

The full title of this little thriller (and I do mean little) is Frank Peretti's Hangman's Curse, which begs the question, who the hell is Frank Peretti? Of course, this tends to set off a long line of letters from readers pointing out that obviously Frank Peretti is a novelist who writes thrillers with a Christian bent, and Hangman's Curse is based on his very first for-teens book.

Swell.(read more...)

Director Dario Argento latter-day works are not beloved. Most of his classic works were made before 1982 (some would argue all, but I have a soft spot in my heart for Opera). Everything else has been confused, needlessly brutal, or simply redundant. The Stendhal Syndrome, though it holds some promise, is really no different.(read more...)