By 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’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 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 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 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.
Read MoreBrad Dourif month begins a day earlier with a fond look at his legendary performance as the Gemini Killer in William Peter Blatty’s wonderfully wacky 1990 cult classic The Exorcist III.
Read MoreI finally got around to watching Child’s Play 2, which is mesmerizingly stupid and a little bit silly.
Read MoreIn the first Great Catch-Up piece in a very long time I write admiringly of 2017’s overachieving The Cult of Chucky.
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