‘Bone Tomahawk,’ is a bleak but elegant novelty – the kind of Spaghetti Western film layered in Sergio Leone roots, but lurking beneath the surface hides a grim ‘Cannibal Holocaust,’ undertone. It begins with two bandits (short but sublime performances from Sid Haig and David Arquette) slashing a human throat, the sound of blood gushing
The Anti-Hero & Re-Inventing Horror Horror is changing. It’s a natural progression. Generic conventions are stretched and adapted with each entry. Each new writer, director, actor, producer brings something distinctive to the table that challenges or appropriates different techniques and tropes, and so, the genre evolves over time. Sometimes a work, piece, book or film
The Shallows…lacks bite. Surfing alone on a paradisiacal beach that you don’t know the name of and no one knows you’re there. What could wrong? Well…with a plot seemingly written on tracing paper, ‘The Shallows,’ could be forgiven for being a shark fable, where the only task is: “Don’t get eaten!” Since Jaws first graced
Something Wicked This Way Comes…but gets diverted through mediocre town. Rob Zombie’s directorial efforts are a mixed bag; when ‘House of 1,000 corpses,’ splattered its way into movie theatres, people knew that he was able to smear blood and gratuitous violence across the screen like an overzealous and deranged squeegee worker, but after six
