An absolutely horrible, derivative, half-baked turd with plot holes for peanuts and nu metal for chunks of corn. I will never understand why this has fans.
Back when this came out, I knew that just two 2019 movies were guaranteed to get programmed for my regular bad movie group - the first was Cats, and the second was Glenn Danzig's erotic horror anthology Verotika. The pandemic delayed things considerably but last night someone finally brought it to the group. And it was everything I hoped it would be.
The movie opens on a sexy cat-lady-demon-or-whatever who plucks out her screaming victim's eyeballs and dispassionately blah blah…
This breezy and affable sun-soaked character piece tells the story of one thirty something lifeguard's Summer of '75, and the women who shaped it.
Sam Elliott plays Rick, a full grown man with a carefree adolescent existence. As a beach lifeguard for Los Angeles County, he's happy and good at his job but he's beginning to feel the pressure to grow up. He's still a hit with the ladies but he clearly has more in common with his young lifeguard…
John Carpenter's proper directing debut (after the student film turned re-shot/re-cut USC collaboration Dark Star) is both competent and amateurish... but it's never dull.
Taking inspiration from Rio Bravo by way of Night of the Living Dead, Assault tells the story of a group of cops and criminals under siege by a violent street gang at a decommissioned Los Angeles police precinct. It's a standard first time filmmaker setup: one location, an unrelenting force of baddies, and a half dozen…