Scream 7: How the Franchise Might Change Horror—Forever… Again

The year was nineteen hundred and ninety-six. Month: December. Day: 20th. I was fourteen years old, and I was about to witness a film that would change horror forever. But first—I had to ditch school.

The Marvels: A Cosmic Catastrophe That Even Time Travel Can’t Fix

Alright, let’s properly unravel the cinematic chaos that is The Marvels—or as I’ve come to think of it, How to Lose a Fanbase in 90 Minutes. Strap in, because this is going to be a ride—one filled with time jumps, existential dread, and the gnawing feeling that someone out there got paid millions to make this.

Mac and Me: Why Hollywood Will Repeat Its Most Cynical Mistake

As one of the most infamous flops in film history, Mac and Me (1988) stands as a monument to the perils of corporate filmmaking. Bankrolled by McDonald’s, the film cynically attempted to capitalize on both the cultural love for E.T. and the fast-food chain’s dominance in marketing to children. The result was not only an unintentional comedy of errors but also a cautionary tale about prioritizing brand synergy over genuine storytelling.

The Overlooked Brilliance of The Fly II: A Worthy Heir to a Body Horror Classic

David Cronenberg’s The Fly (1986) is a towering achievement in cinema, a haunting meditation on love, science, and the fragility of the human body. Its visceral blend of tragedy and body horror has earned it a place among the genre’s greatest masterpieces. Yet, its sequel, The Fly II (1989), has languished in the shadow of its predecessor, often dismissed as a pale imitation. This dismissal is not only unfair but also fails to recognize the sequel’s unique contributions to the mythology of The Fly. When examined on its own terms, The Fly II emerges as a deeply resonant film that expands on the themes of the original, delivering its own brand of emotional devastation and horrifying spectacle.

The Toxic Avenger: A Radioactive Rumble of Chaos, Camp, and Justice

The Toxic Avenger is the movie equivalent of a mud-wrestling match held behind a rundown gym—filthy, chaotic, and an absolute blast to watch. It’s the masterpiece of misfit cinema, a potent radioactive cocktail that mixes vigilante justice with campy absurdity in ways that’ll make you question your own sanity. If that sounds like a good time to you, then strap in, because this flick is a wild ride from the very first toxic splash.

The Return of the Living Dead: The Punk Rock Zombie Apocalypse You Didn’t Know You Needed!

Once in a while, a movie comes along that doesn’t just shake the status quo; it dropkicks it into a flaming dumpster. The Return of the Living Dead (1985) is that movie. Directed by Dan O’Bannon—who went from writing Alien to creating this chaotic masterpiece—this film didn’t just breathe new life into the zombie genre. It puked, danced, and moshed its way into cinematic history. This isn’t your typical “slow-moving, head-shot-solves-everything” zombie flick. No, The Return of the Living Dead takes the rulebook, douses it in Trioxin gas, and lets it rise again as something completely unhinged.