So the one about Nazi vampires is also super horny and easily the worst. Once the franchise killed off Meat Loaf, it was all downhill.
"Sometimes, movies come into our lives when we need them most. Maybe it’s a theme, maybe it’s a character connection, maybe it’s a single line that stings with all-too-poignant relevance. Such a scenario might explain my ugly crying through the exit monologue in Brian Duffield’s Spontaneous.
A riff on the Trainspotting “Choose Life” closer, where a recent high school graduate who's staring down society's bleak future outlook drops, “Trump’s gonna look up at me from his gold-encrusted coffin and go,…
I don't "fink," I know I like FREAKY a lot. Newton and Vaughn kill their body swap.
What could be a one-note gimmick is instead a wit-fierce, explorative slasher redefinition that earns its shrieks and brings the bloodshed.