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If you took the hipster mumblecore of Noah Baumbach strapped it into a sports car and drove it at a 100 miles-per-hour into Godzilla, then the resultant debris would look a bit like Colossal. I mean it wouldn’t, Godzilla is massive so he probably wouldn’t even notice, but you can at least pretend to play along.
I Don’t Feel At Home In This World Anymore asks the question: why can’t people stop being dicks? Why do decent folk have to suffer through the shit that complete asshats put them through every day? And what happens when they’ve had enough?
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Sleep is a frequent collaborator with horror. From the long nights of Paranormal Activity to the boogeyman under the bed. The dark of the night when you are curled up in bed is often the moment when the spooks decide to play. Should you try to stay awake? Or would you rather not see what is coming?
A ship hanging in the distance. That’s all we see of the alien threat that has brought Earth to its knees in The Quiet Hour. It’s a constant threat but not the one that steps into the life of Sarah Connolly (Dakota Blue Richards) and her blind brother Tom (Jack McMullen). Instead, they have Jude (Karl Davies), the mysterious man who has broken into their farm while running away from a band of shadowy figures. The question is, do they trust him?
John Carpenter’s Ghosts of Mars should be glorious. The very fact that it’s a John Carpenter film that stars Jason Statham should have it placed on a pedestal above all else. It’s the kind of combo that makes you go all weak at the knees.
Zombies are so overdone that even writing about them being overdone feels overdone. We’ve had zomromcoms, we’ve had biological zoms, and we’ve had Arnie trying to be emotional with zoms. In fact, we’ve heard the word zombie so many times that it’s stopped feeling like a real word. Frankly, it’s all been a bit too much.
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Horror has delved into many strange places. From biting female genitalia to Nazi zombies, there aren’t many worlds it won’t explore. Yet, to make a serious horror film about a bathroom. That seems ambitious for even the most out there of genres.
Dinner with your ex-wife is always going to be awkward. It’s even weirder when you haven’t seen her for two years, and she appears to have spent that time joining a cult with her new lover. But you know, nice to catch up and all.
The original Cabin Fever could be packaged up and presented as my first horror movie. If you see it before you’ve dived into that world, you’ll probably enjoy it, but going back to it after watching Evil Dead and Last House On The House makes you realise quite how derivative it is. All of which makes you wonder why the hell you’d decide to remake it.
Capturing childhood on film is tough. Oh, it’s easy to put up something that kind of resembles it and passes for it in the glossy world of cinema, but putting kids on screen that actually act and feel like children? That’s difficult.
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