You know that moment in a movie when a drunken sibling bursts through the front door waving a half-empty bottle like it’s a trophy? All Saints Day kicks off right there, with Ronan’s older brother Kier teetering somewhere between “party legend” and “hospital visit pending.” The   ...

Okay, let’s get this out of the way: Psycho Goreman is pure, unhinged joy. Directed by Steven Kostanski, it stars Nita-Josee Hanna as the wickedly clever Mimi, Owen Myre as her mischievous little brother Luke, and Matt Kennedy as the growling, terrifying, but somehow adorably enslaved alien  ...

Director Eli Roth (Cabin Fever, Hostel, The Green Inferno) turns down the gore dial and cranks up the mischief with his sexy, twisted take on Peter Traynor’s 1977 exploitation flick Death Game. Knock Knock isn’t just a better film than its predecessor—it’s a home-invasion horror-comedy cocktail  ...

Ladies and Gentlemen, Richard Stanley is back, baby!Buckle up, because I’ve just stumbled on my new cinematic obsession. Color Out of Space doesn’t just sit next to Mandy in the hall of high-strangeness—it casually shoves it aside with a meteorite-powered uppercut. This film ...

“People think they’ve seen small-town drama.  You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen a leg lamp start a war.” FRAGILÉ opens like someone just handed Gen X a time machine, a snow globe, and a remote control permanently stuck on A Christmas Story reruns. From the first frame, the  ...

There’s an old showbiz adage that says if you can’t stick the landing, at least make sure you fly spectacularly. Wicked: For Good, Jon M. Chu’s glossy follow-up to last year’s unexpectedly charming first installment, certainly flies — often, loudly, and with an avalanche of ...

Four films. One box. Infinite torment. Mr. King, Clive Barker is STILL the future of horror, and Arrow Video knows it. Opening Quartet of Torment is like solving the Lament Configuration itself—equal parts thrill, dread, and collector’s ecstasy. The packaging is gorgeous, the restorations are sharp ...

The next time I have to come in here I’m cracking skulls.” Look, if you don’t already know The Breakfast Club, then congratulations: you’ve been living under a rock, probably the same one Judd Nelson crawled out from before lighting his first cigarette in detention. John Hughes’ 1985 teen angst ...