A lifelong obsession with the horrorstuffs.
Bring our boys home.
I love how horror films from the '70s feel like abstract fucking art compared to the overly-written, overly-explained style that has become commonplace with today's easily distracted audiences.
A take on the "Monkey's Paw", not a whole lot is explained here. Andy Brooks, killed in the Vietnam War, mysteriously arrives back at home, very different than what his family remembers.
While the messaging isn't exactly ahead of its time (anti-war media was everywhere; John Prine had…
Definitely not the only MTV-ified vampire movie to come out during the '80s, but maybe the only one that seemed to be making some sort of comment with it—even if unintentionally so.
Dianne Wiest ("Oh, they're just young. We were that age, too, once.") as the hippy-dippy Boomer, Edward Herrmann as the yuppie Boomer ("One big happy family. My boys... and yours."), the disaffected Gen X vampires, with their weird clothes, odd hours, and thoughts of immortality...and then there's Grandpa,…
Manages to be fascinating, terrifying, and heartbreaking all at once.
Besides the Nikes and that recognizable footage of Marshall Applewhite—shorn head and wide-eyed stare, against a purple backdrop—my knowledge of Heaven's Gate, especially who they were as people, was incredibly limited. Thankfully, this doc is very thorough and uses plenty of old footage to tell their story.
Plus, it uses some modern songs to unexpectedly great effect.
Cults are fucking scary, man.
It’s awesome how Charlie Kaufman has created his own depressing genre.
Imagine Eternal Sunshine, minus the whimsy and catharsis, and whatever you’re left with is this movie — disdain, resignation, and adriftness. Life, basically.
God, there’s a lot to unpack here. A lot. Multiple watches would barely begin to tie things together.
It’s just cool Netflix funded this thing. More of this, please.