BADass SINema Unearthed - Where we dig up blu-rays of the wild, weird, and wonderfully wicked world of classic grindhouse cinema. Celebrates the raw energy and unapologetic style of vintage exploitation films — from the slick swagger of Blaxploitation and the lurid allure of sexploitation to the gnarly thrills of monster mayhem and cosmic horror.
Holy fucking meat cleavers, Iris! This shit is bananas. Want to see a body hacked to pieces and then shoved into a bathtub of acid? Want to see a severely bloody disembowelment for true love? Want to then see a person cram a sort of messy beef stew into her mouth afterward? ...
God, I have missed this movie. Slither has long been my go-to movie when folks I encounter have questions about the often-misunderstood horror-comedy subgenre. This is highly quotable material and it goes for broke in its commitment to entertain as the zingers and its ...
It will go down as the movie in which Godzilla becomes truly terrifying (and a bit satirical). There’s no fist pumping moments in this one, folks. Godzilla is pissed the fuck off and all of Hell itself is unleashed to punish us, the transgressors ...
Imagine, if you will, a world in which a horror movie is made with the single objective to catch the killer the movie is about. No, it’s not a premise to an episode of The Twilight Zone. It is, in fact, what happened with 1971’s The Zodiac Killer at screenings in San Francisco, ...
There’s no denying that Batman: Mask of the Phantasm has, over the years since its original release, developed a strong cult following. There are those out there that consider this animated feature length movie – an extension of the popular animated series that debuted ...
“Put it down, Judge! Put it down!” With that command, the first murder in Don’t Look In The Basement occurs. Already we’ve been introduced to a mad woman who thinks a baby doll is, in fact, her real baby, a grown man who behaves like a child, a sergeant still at war ...
Sick! Sick! Sick! I love it, though, I really do. Bag Boy Lover Boy is a downward spiral of psycho exploitation into cannibalism as one hot dog vendor on the Lower East Side dabbles with his talents and creates something new. The gooey results of this low budget affair are ...
Movini on over, Cobra God! There’s a new eagle in town. Masters of mortality unite! There ain’t nothin’ going to be the same now that a dweeb like Duff has taken roost. ...
Thank you, Vinegar Syndrome, for this fun reminder of just how awesome the comedies from the 1980s were! My Chauffeur, even if we know its destination, is one heck of a joyous ride through the streets of yesteryear. Complete with non-PC cameos from Penn & Teller ...
Everybody out of the desert! Huh?! Bubbling up from the ground and spilling down canyon cliff walls, there’s a crawling brown mass of sticky ticky fist-sized monsters with fangs full of venom headed this way. These spiders are incredibly pissed off, too. First, they come ...
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