"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
T. Rigney was specifically designed for the mass consumption of B-grade cinema from around the world. His roughly translated thoughts and feelings can be found lurking suspiciously at The Film Fiend, Fatally Yours, and Film Threat. According to legend, his chaotic, child-like scribblings have cured cancer on fourteen different life-supporting planets.
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The dangers of wanton resurrection revisited.
Ninja Death II suffers greatly from middle sequel syndrome.
When the aliens finally arrive, be sure to protect your neck.
It might be in your best interest not to mistreat the clones.
Beware of giggling Japanese prostitutes wielding extremely sharp objects.
Anal ladles, milky breasts, and drooling cow heads. Sounds like just another day in Takashi Miike's paradise.
Whatever you do, keep your hands off Buddy Revell.
Corey Yuen perfects the martial arts sub-genre known as "Jiggle Fu."
Have bazooka, will travel.
Another reason to stay far, far away from locally owned redneck motels.
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