James Coburn’s final film is a dour story about grief and mourning with a super extra crazy terrible twist ending that fucking sucks.
Read MoreNicolas Cage gives one of his most transcendently insane performances in Deadfall, an otherwise absolute dire hard-boiled crime movie co-written by the Green Book guy.
Read MorePhil Hartman Month closes on a high note with a fond look back at Hartman’s hilarious performance as a ragingly ineffectual President of the United States in 1997’s The Second Civil War, Joe Dante’s almost eerily prescient political and media satire about a near-future US driven to the point of civil war over the issue of immigration.
Read MoreOur patron-funded exploration of the complete filmography of Sam Peckinpah comes to an end with 1977’s Cross of Iron, an even grimmer than usual bloodbath pitting Nazis against Russians at the end of World War II.
Read MoreOne of you kind souls paid me to see all of Sam Peckinpah’s movies. We’re up to 1973’s troubled, mesmerizing Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, which brought together a young Bob Dylan, a 36 year old Billy The Kid, a whole bunch of dead chickens and James Coburn enjoying the simultaneous sexual services of four beautiful prostitutes.
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