Steve Carlson, the proprietor of The Ongoing Cinematic Education of... since 2002, neither conducts electricity nor talks to reptiles. However, he knows someone who does both.
It's the kind of film that would probably be fun to make, but watching it is another matter.
Oh! Yeah! I wanna riot (grrrl)!
It won me over, and I'm a crabby son-of-a-biscuit-eater. It'll win you over too.
A giddy shot in the arm for film fanatics and a marvelous comeback for Shane Black.
Symphonic-inspired avant-noise. Hooray!
This album makes me want to drink some whiskey. (That's a good thing.)
This review contains repeated references to a certain portion of the female anatomy. So does the movie.
Mud, blood, and flies.
Guys in gas masks never mean well.
Another young artist whose ambition outstrips his control.