
Pre-Internet, Videodrome essentially exploits the Pandora’s box that home video and high-frequency broadcasting opened, telling the layered story of video’s true dystopian potential…

Taking place during the era when the prototype for MMA was forming from the slag of sweat and blood, brothers Charlie Fontaine and Bobby Fontaine are fighters on the New Orleans underground boxing circuit, ground zero for the burgeoning movement, in director Chris Sivertson’s Brawler.

Burt and Goldie as two long-term best friends/screenwriting partners/lovers…

What sounds like an old screwball romantic comedy, most definitely is not.

If you’ve seen ROSEMARY’S ABY or THE OMEN, you’ll recognize familiar territory, hint hint.

As far as mall-horror goes, there are some decent atmospheric moments, a couple of tense moments…

Zoohpiles. Cross-dressing. Exhibitionism. Those fetishes and others get their turn under Allen’s hilarious microscope.

…her peacekeeper father is bound in chains and beaten, and she’s undulating under their mass of foul, stubbly flesh, inevitably falling in love with the one who doesn’t rape her…

Director/lunatic Terry Gilliam launches off of Ralph Steadman’s iconic art and into a paisley and black light infused version of Federico Fellini-land, where Salvador Dali sits in the corner laughing and drinking tea.

Imagine a GWAR show as seen through the eyes of early Sam Raimi or FX legend Screaming Mad George and you won’t be too far off.
© The Night Crew 2013