"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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Matt McCoy is messin' with sasquatch.
The crunchy part of your burger bites back.
Brian Yuza, why hast thou forsaken us?
In the immortal words of the legendary Alice Cooper: Feed my Frankenstein.
Please don't judge this entertaining movie by its unfortunate title.
Albert Pyun rises above his status as the Uwe Boll of the 90s.
Steven Anderson proves that the F-bomb is more than just a four-letter word.
Yet another reason why insects shouldn't use drugs.
Think of this film as an extended Tenacious D music video, and make of that what you will.
Astonishingly inept, yet oddly pleasing.
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