"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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Daryl Hughley is for the incarcerated children.
Mommy's little mistake exacts revenge in this cheap early '90s schlocker.
If you only see one monster movie that takes place thousands of feet above the ground, Plane Dead is the way to roll.
Barf bags, I'm afraid, are not included with Fred Vogel's latest cinematic atrocity.
Van Damme stretches his legs... by taking a bullet in the brain.
This is posthumous exploitation at its absolute weirdest.
The next time your kid starts crying, be sure to check it for ghosts.
Try as you might, you simply cannot resist Ernest's moronic charm.
If you've got some stolen diamonds on your hands, Lorenzo Lamas will break you out of prison.
I've heard spooning with Dolph Lundgren is actually more enjoyable than this failed 1993 action epic.
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