Dual doses of derivative dross now on DVD.
I got it bad, so bad... I'm splat for teacher!
Dancin' with the Devil in the French moonlight.
I've never felt so bad about not liking something.
The first serious contender for Film of the Year.
Lurks too much, methinks.
Crazy Canucks try to top their awesome Jesus movie, lose their bearings along the way.
This Thornett guy, he's goin' places.
A silly grindhouse goof which allows me immediately to refer to the first song on Carter USM's album Worry Bomb.
It's the kind of film that would probably be fun to make, but watching it is another matter.
This review contains repeated references to a certain portion of the female anatomy. So does the movie.
Another young artist whose ambition outstrips his control.
A true independent labor of love... so why am I repulsed?
You're damn right I blame Canada.
Obscenity, filth, depravation: So, tell me... are ya hung up?
In the Obscurity Corner today, we have.... noise. Lots and lots of noise.