An ambitious, patron-funded exploration of the films of Sam Peckinpah begins with a look at his 1961 debut The Deadly Companions.
Read MoreTwo decades ago, a young me REALLY did not care for SLC Punk! 20 years later, I still kind of hate it!
Read MoreOne of you generous sadists had me re-watch co-writer/director Madonna’s ridiculous vanity project about Wallis Simpson and a horny contemporary woman who falls deep into lust with a hunky security guard played by a pre-stardom Oscar Isaac. It was quite poor.
Read MoreOne of you generous souls paid me one hundred dollars to revisit 2002’s Roger Dodger, a prescient, incisive exploration of toxic masculinity that gave Campbell Scott one of his best roles and Jesse Eisenberg his big break.
Read MoreOne of you kind-hearted patrons paid me a cool hundred dollars to experience the magic of Lily Tomlin’s legendary one-woman show The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe.
Read MoreOne of you kind folks paid me a cool hundred bucks to finally experience the notorious 1985 Disney fantasy flop, a movie that, to be honest, is pretty fucked up.
Read MoreOne of you generous sadists paid me one hundred dollars to see a movie where Norm MacDonald voiced a talking Vampire Dog!?!
Read MoreOne of you kind-hearted sadists gave me one hundred dollars to watch and write about an ABBA jukebox musical sequel that’s utterly ridiculous and all kinds of fun.
Read MoreOne of you kindly sadists had me watch a demon-sex-themed Scott Valentine vehicle from 1987 that, to be honest, is pretty fucked up.
Read MoreOne of you kind sadists paid me one hundred dollars to watch and write about 1999’s Boy Wonderz, a hilariously inept direct to video exploitation cheapie that’s the Rapsittie Street Kids Believe in Santa of opportunistic boy band dramas. I mean that as both withering criticism and high praise.
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