A charming Egyptologist on the trail of ancient secrets and dangerous mysteries. A synopsis where you can only trust the conjunction, and Franklin J. Schaffner didn’t direct the film; he embalmed it, and not even the romantic subplot with Ahmed Dracula can save it (as one critic aptly noted, Langella had the charm of…

The psychological horror soon turns surreal, with the imprisoned psychopath murdering through others. He uses dreams and hypnosis to do this. Danny may be a good guy, but he's a moron, so when he spots Laura, the Sleeping Beauty, in the hospital and hears that she's about to become an experimental subject, he decides…

There's a monster killing in the city, and the first massacres convinced me that a xenomorph had jumped in. Too bad they showed its form afterwards. It had a leaky tongue instead of a second set of jaws, but otherwise the inspiration, including the slime, was clear, and I quite like it. Also, there's one nice…

Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de La Patelliére are two French dudes working on the classics of Alexandre Dumas classics, and after The Three Musketeers, they excel again! Next time, then, “The Man with the Iron Mask”? The Count of Monte-Cristo is unknown for me, I'm not familiar with the book, so I'm glad I enjoyed…

An excellent sultry and unpleasant drama from the Balkans! The protagonist is Blaga, a 70 year old Bulgarian respected teacher whose husband has recently died. She unfortunately also loses all her life savings because she is the victim of a phone scam and pays cruelly because of her stupidity. No one will give her a…

It was somewhat predictable that the series would end with John sitting on the porch of his Arizona farm in a rocking chair. The question was in what state. The inevitable happened, and I have several complaints. Rambo is no longer Rambo; he’s just a swollen Stallone, drowning in sentimentality, as we've known him…

A slow start with just enough ambiguity to keep you guessing—are we watching a good film about a bad film? It toys with that uncertainty for a while, and it’s oddly enjoyable. The question of whether those bad actors are good actors slides seamlessly from form into content. And then things pick up. A sharp exploration…

Eight years ago, I watched Attia’s debut Hedi, a film that subtly captivated me in a way I still remember. I bring it up here for good reason—the same actor plays the lead, and though his character has a different name, Behind the Mountains loosely feels like an extension of Hedi, as if Rafik could be Hedi ten years…

I don’t know, I can see what he’s going for here, but this sadistic contortion act doesn’t entertain me in the least, and Fassbinder’s cold arrogance just gets under my skin. To me, the key difference is this: I don’t mistake arbitrary, twisted degradation of characters for dark humor. Fassbinder clearly has a knack…

A low three stars. This feels like an entirely unnecessary prequel that adds nothing substantial to Fury Road—a film I hold in high regard. It just rides the wave of that movie’s success, squeezing every bit out of it with overblown visuals and audio, and equally over-the-top emotions.