The United States plunges into chaos. An unknown factor causes all parents to turn into bloodthirsty beasts, but only toward their own children.
Dude Bro Party Massacre III has hot blood and a heart beating in the nervous rhythm of healthy exaggeration and a ride through pop culture bumps.
Jennifer’s Body remains an underrated satire with a very valuable reflection on our nature, punished for the fact that it failed to meet the expectations.
Maps to the Stars incisively condemns Hollywood’s vices while leaving room for the personal drama, it carefully builts mood and tension around its characters.
High-Rise is the most beautifully shot study of human downfall in years. All the component elements worked perfectly.
Lake Placid is permeated with a parodic note: at heart, it is above all an unpretentious mockery of monster movie conventions.
Critters, even after all these years, remains a guilty pleasure—especially for those who took their first steps in cinematic awareness back in the days of VHS.
The Dead Don’t Die is a collection of quotations mixed in a cauldron of references and allusions. It's a postmodern pastiche and unfortunately a postmodern mush.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is today a cult film — cult in the original meaning of that word.
The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, even before its premiere, was a legend and a unique phenomenon. It is a bold, funny, and moving fairy tale...