Who's a good boy? Not this fucking dog. Stephen King had a hell of a run in the early eighties, and somewhere in the middle of it Hollywood decided a rabid St. Bernard could carry a movie. Turns out they were right. Lewis Teague's Cujo (1983) gives us a collapsing marriage ...

Set in a dystopian America, where governmental control and surveillance over its citizens have experienced a significant uptick, authorities have set aside a 12-hour period each year where all crime - including murder  ...

From Hollywood to the wild, wild west of cryptocurrency, Ben McKenzie is following the money. And apparently, there's a whole lot of bullshit to uncover along the way. ...

There are horror franchises, there are cinematic institutions, and then there's Halloween, the seemingly indestructible bastard child of John Carpenter's imagination that has spent nearly half a century demonstrating that a cheap William Shatner mask, a kitchen knife, and ...

Let's start with that salacious title. Boy, does that ever set a tone! And yes, the film is every bit as salacious as it implies. Then again, Gregg Araki (The Living End) has never been a filmmaker interested in playing things safe ...

Before the beaches became a state of mind, before the margaritas became a lifestyle, and long before Jimmy Buffett turned paradise into a musical empire, there was a scrappy band of musicians making magic in Key West. ...

There was a time when conspiracy theories required a certain commitment. You needed a corkboard, a few hundred yards of red string, a drinking problem, and preferably a government-issued surveillance van parked across the street. These days, you just need to  ...

Because some movies aren't fucking supposed to be pretty. There, I said it. There was a time when you could wander into a rundown theater somewhere after midnight, buy a ticket to something with an outrageous title, and spend the  ...