"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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Richard Tyson gets a little wolfy.
Billy Zane, hamburgers, and a zombie apocalypse. What more do you need to know?
Hella mediocre with cheese.
Please keep your Shanghai off my Millionaire's Express, Mr. Weinstein.
If you need a shipment of tasty TV dinners transported to California, Chuck Norris is your man.
Ain't no zombie like a West Coast zombie.
Wes Craven poses the question, "Who in their right mind would let the genetically-altered dogs out?"
Everything sounds better with an accent.
You always eat the one you love.
Positive martial arts wizardry with a Latino flair.
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