Reviews

...[i]The Mist[/i] is, hands down, contest over, thanks all who entered, the best horror film of the year Two Thousand and Seven.

Though the term is so generic these days, the best way to put it is simply to call it ‘art house horror’. Welz’s film is a remarkably surreal experience to watch, with hypnotic cinematography, refrained yet surprisingly brisk pacing and truly phantasmagorical moments.

Watch it at double the speed, [i]Battlefield Baseball[/i] will instantly become twice as good!

What [I]Banlieue 13[/I] lacks in solid, logical plot it more than makes up for in good 'ole fashion ass kickery.

[I]Memories of Murder[/I] is probably the overall most pleasant serial killer film I've ever seen and certainly worth a watch to anyone with an open mind.

[I]Crying Fist[/I] is all swings and no punches; the worst boxing film that isn't even remotely about boxing, boxers or even human beings.

Shutter takes all of the ingredients of ghost story predecessors, gathers 'em all up together and plays with that hand and actually wins.

[I]Videodrome[/I] is a great exploration of the psyche of man consumed by media and while it doesn't fall apart in it's second half, it becomes somewhat dissatisfying.

Figure it out or don't figure it out, it doesn't actually matter because [I]Primer[/I] is a remarkably elusive film that should not escape your attention.

The Machinist is a great movie and another shining example that Brad Anderson, though he only has two genre entries under his belt, is a beast in the ring. The man doesn't have just an eye for creating a slick, decadent and morbid world, he has a sixth sense for it.