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Every year a new batch of students emerges from the educational system with a choice to make: how do I live my life? It’s not the economics that are in question – although that’s a major priority. It’s the moral and ethical implications that are the tricky part. Mike Nichols’ The Graduate might still be the pinnacle of American post-collegiate angst, but Mauro Bolognini’s Corruption (1963) takes on the same philosophical argument with an even greater spiritual crisis at stake. Jacques Perrin plays Stefano, the sensitive son of a powerful Milanese publisher who has returned from school with an unexpected plan to enter the priesthood. His father Leonardo (Alain Cuny) has other ideas…and a perverse plan to change his son’s mind. A Mediterranean yacht trip with Leonardo’s beautiful mistress Adriana (Rosanna Schiaffino) is designed to loosen Stefano’s moral resolve, but the young man soon discovers that even off the boat the world has little use for spiritual guidance. Bolognini give...

The hypocritical lothario is a common enough character in commedia all’italiana . Egotistical husbands who justified their own sidepiece but resented a wife enjoying the same extra-marital activities have been played for laughs in Italian cinema since the ‘50s. But by 1964, the tide was turning in the battle of the sexes. Director Antonio Pietrangeli’s The Magnificent Cuckold still had a sense of humor, but there was a new threat of creeping modernity quietly insinuating that the alpha male was an endangered species. Like his family hat business that is slowly going out of style, Andrea (Ugo Tognazzi) lives a bourgeois existence built around three-martini lunches, dinner parties and casual affairs. Even the wives of his business associates participate in the gossip-fueled social circle of complicated hotel room rendezvous. But not Maria Grazia (Claudia Cardinale); Andrea’s better half is a virginal ideal of fidelity. Her spotless reputation is his greatest status symbol…right up...

On the short list of badass fantasy weapons, the “flying guillotine” has to be in the top three (for your consideration, I propose the glaive from Krull and tri-blade from The Sword and the Sorcerer to round out the list). Not familiar with this particular Hong Kong accessory? Well, there are several varieties but the one used in 1977’s Fatal Flying Guillotine looks like a dinner bell with rotating blades welded to the bottom. It’s about as aerodynamic as a city bus, but cinematically effective nevertheless, providing plenty of head-lopping action in this Taiwanese take on the short-lived guillotine trend. Carter Wong (Big Trouble in Little China) plays Shen Ping, a righteous fighter who petitions some Shaolin monks for a rare medicinal book that can save his sick mother. Unfortunately, the Valley of No Return’s resident nutjob Shen Mo Chao has his own designs on the thing—and an alarming habit of answering every minor disagreement by launching his twin guillotines. A fake book...

Few of life’s simple pleasures could compete with “two-for-one” video-rental night back in the ‘80s. Instead of choosing a reliable Hollywood blockbuster you could scoop up some tantalizing B-movies with interesting cover art and walk away knowing it only cost 99-cents anyway. How bad could they really be? The answer: pretty damn bad. But somehow masochistically enjoyable. Let’s reenact the scene with a pair of modern B-movies desperate for a blind-buy in the Walmart bargain bin: the Chinese sci-fi action-copycat Mutant Genesis (2026) and horror festival also-ran The Behemoth  (2025). In the former, the last dregs of humanity struggle against a conquering robot army after an AI apocalypse. Director Qilin Li’s video game cutscene epic mixes some not-bad acting with sketchy CGI Terminators. Their only real threat is reluctant warrior, An Xin, who is half machine herself. Loaded with blatant references to The Matrix , Star Wars and even Resident Evil , there’s no originality ...

Let’s face it, women are way more interesting cinematically than men. There’s an internal dialogue and range of emotions that makes for complex, layered storytelling . Meanwhile, guys are firing guns in slow-motion and daydreaming about ancient Rome. I might be exaggerating for effect…but not by much. Which is why when women finally get a chance to lay their cards on the table, as in 1961’s Ten Women in Black , you can count on them to bring up the subjects everyone else is avoiding. Kaze Futaba is a serial philanderer with a wife and at least ten mistresses that he can recall. The women are all well aware of each other’s existence and their pecking order in his casual affairs. So they playfully agree to have him killed so none of them have to share. But when one of their number pulls a fast one, Kaze might wind up facing a fate worse than death. Directed by Kon Ichikawa but written by his wife under her professional name, Natto Wada, Ten Women in Black is far too attuned to the...

The whole neo-noir ‘90s thing is almost as inexplicable as the depression-era film fixation of the ‘70s; there was just something in the water. But it wound up producing some interesting left-of-center titles like Bound, The Last Seduction and After Dark, My Sweet . Ironically, the film with the best pedigree of the bunch, The Hot Spot (1990), didn’t even burn a hole in the upholstery. Directed by Dennis Hopper and starring Don Johnson, this almost Lynchian bit of small-town debauchery deserves more recognition than just being known as “that movie where Jennifer Connelly appears topless.” Rolling into town in his vintage Studebaker, Harry Madox (Johnson) is an opportunist who stumbles onto an easy bank robbery job. But after burying the loot, he’s blackmailed by his boss’s wife, Dolly, (Virginia Madsen) to continue their sexual escapades. Harry stays out of jail, but his real interests lie in starting a new life with the virginal Gloria (Connelly), if he can only manage to get...

David Cronenberg’s battle cry “Long live the New Flesh!” didn’t makes much of a dent in mainstream cinema. But for a select few filmmakers, the director’s unique take on human evolution – or de -evolution, as the case may be – echoed and amplified their own ideas about body horror. Joji Iida’s Cyclops (1987) is a V-cinema showcase of practical effects, teenage telepaths and misunderstood mutants that carries on Cronenberg’s biological revolution into distinctly Japanese territory. Continuing his mentor’s secret experiments, Tooru Takamori protects his adopted “sister,” Miyuki, from clandestine operatives while caring for his pregnant wife. As Miyuki begins to suspect a larger conspiracy, she becomes the focus of a menacing stranger hiding behind oversized sunglasses. But exactly what he’s hiding behind those shades is only the tip of the evolutionary iceberg. Cyclops drops viewers into a story that seems to be missing its opening chapters, forcing you to untangle a complicated ...

Few films embrace the hedonistic nihilism of the Y2K phenomenon better than Go , director Doug Liman’s 1999 post- Pulp Fiction era comedy that shifts perspectives and narrative gears with giddy cinematic energy, sending its characters on an ecstasy-fueled bender…only to have them wake up and face another day of suburban monotony. Forget the run-on sentence, this is run-on filmmaking at its most frantic, flawed and fashionable. Facing impending eviction, grocery store cashier Ronna (Sarah Polley) recruits her fellow employees to score some X from a local drug dealer (Timothy Olyphant) in hopes of making a quick sale to two prospective buyers (Scott Wolf and Jay Mohr). But the plan goes awry, putting each character in a predicament that only seems to get worse as the night progresses. Using a Run Lola Run format, John August’s script starts over from the same spot every 20 minutes or so, following a new protagonist – and a new series of misadventures – that neatly weave together in ...

An obscure part of the John Carpenter multiverse, 1982’s Tag: The Assassination Game was written and directed by Carpenter collaborator Nick Castle, who also had the honor of playing “The Shape” in the original Halloween . And, despite being marketed as an ‘80s college comedy, it’s obvious Castle picked up a trick or two from his proximity to the famous slasher franchise as TAG is a surprisingly effective thriller that aims for Hitchcockian suspense way more often than laughs. A reporter on the school paper, Alex (Robert Carradine) proposes a feature on the campus “assassination” game in hopes of scoring with one of its star players, Susan (Linda Hamilton). But while they’re busy firing rubber darts, one competitor is really playing to win, racking up a body count not just on paper…but hidden in the back of his closet! Lifting several crew members from his Halloween days, Castle does a terrific job balancing the copious film noir references, relatively tame kill sequences and co-e...

For any physical media collector how one organizes that collection is an intensely personal decision. Alphabetical by title? Grouped by genre? Year of release? Separated by director? Either way, shelving and rearranging new purchases is an important part of the process. But where do you put a film like Laurin (1989), director Robert Sigl’s slightly supernatural serial-killer period piece that slips between the cracks of easy description and seems to demand a category all its own. Essentially orphaned after the death of her mother, Laurin (Dora Szinetar) is convinced that her new teacher, Mr. Van Rees (Karoly Eperjes), is responsible for the disappearance of several children in the village. And her suspicions makes her a vulnerable target as the killer attempts to cover his tracks. A German film shot in Hungary with English-dubbed dialogue, Laurin feels out of step with reality from the get-go. Sigl mixes and matches visual influences ranging from Bava to Bergman almost indis...

Not every film is the result of personal artistic expression. Sometimes it’s difficult to disguise all the cooks in the kitchen juggling studio demands, passing fads and budgetary constraints. Shogun’s Ninja (1980) was released during a particularly tenuous time for Japanese cinema, with homegrown productions fighting for attention against Hollywood hits, the Hong Kong action craze and episodic television. That being the case, it winds up as one crazy grab bag of traditional chanbara, Jackie Chan-inspired stunts and desperate trend-chasing that appeals to no one – and everyone – at the same time! Set during the Warring States period of feudal Japan, Takamaru (Hiroyuki Sanada) returns from exile in China to extract his pound of flesh from Shiranui Shogen (Sonny Chiba), who murdered his family in bloody clan warfare. He’s joined by a cadre of surviving childhood friends and the daughter of a Shaolin monk who followed him on the journey back. But Takamaru’s training hasn’t prepared ...

My name is Greg and I’m a JCVD apologist. Actually, there’s no official support group out there (not that I’m aware of, anyway), but it often feels like fans of the “Muscles from Brussels” should get together twice a month for a reassuring pat on the back. Putting the actor’s personal life aside, his filmography isn’t something the average Letterboxd user would brag about. But there’s something irresistible about the “go-for-broke” way Jean-Claude approaches every project; good, bad or brutally average, JCVD is always unashamedly himself. Lionheart (1990) finds him playing Lyon Gaultier, a deserter from the French Foreign Legion making his way to L.A. to visit his dying brother. Short on cash, Leo teams up with a street fight promoter (Harrison Page) and fights his way across the country, facing one badass after another, in hopes of providing financial support to his sister-in-law and five-year-old niece. Taking a kinder, gentler approach to the ‘90s action formula, director Sheld...

Sports movies are rarely about the sports themselves. It’s the fuel that fires the competitors that gets most of the attention. Take Fumihiko Sori’s energetic table tennis film, Ping Pong , which uses all the trick shots and techniques involved in keeping a 1.6-inch ball on top of a 9-foot table as window-dressing for the story of two best friends whose approaches to the sport – and to life – couldn’t be more different. “Peco” Hoshino is a brashly overconfident hustler with raw skill but no discipline. “Smile” Tsukimoto is a misanthropic outsider with natural talent but no drive. Their bond as childhood friends gets complicated when an interurban tournament finds Tsukimoto casually rising to the top while Peco’s dreams seem to be swirling down the drain. As the competition heats up, the two find themselves settling into new roles to take on the star players from rival schools while struggling to come to terms with their own relationship. That summary might make Ping Pong sound l...

In 1989, Shinya Tsukamoto’s Testuo: The Iron Man felt almost revolutionary. Picking up the body horror elements left behind by directors like David Lynch and David Cronenberg, the film fused together a distinctly Japanese take on cyberpunk with a hyperkinetic visual style that turned the movie into a rite of passage for a new generation of filmakers and fans. There was really nothing else like it. Fast foward a few years and Tetsuo's visual vocabulary would be adopted by Hollywood up-and-comers like David Fincher (the opening credits for Se7en ), Aronofsky's Pi,   and the Wachowski’s Matrix films. But Tsukamoto himself had less luck in furthering his influential franchise. After the release of a more narratively accessible, but less unapologetially punk, sequel, Tetsuo II:Body Hammer , the director brought things full circle with 2009’s Tetsuo: The Bullet Man , a one-hour-and-ten-minute refresher course on what made the original so memorable in the first place. Another n...

Argentina is in the midst of a horror renaissance. Or, at the very least, one hell of a hot streak. Leading the charge is director Demian Rugna, whose one-two punch of Terrified (2017) and When Evil Lurks (2023) pushed the genre into traumatic new territory. But he isn't alone.  A growing wave of overlooked Argentine horror films is quietly haunting the various streaming services. Or you can skip to the front of the line with Portraits of the Apocalypse (2024), a zombie anthology that explores the rise of the undead through personal, spiritual, and familial perspectives. Split into four stories, the first segment, Murder at the Crime Scene , is a rough introduction. It drops viewers into the fractured psyche of a police officer struggling to clean up a gruesome mess before backup arrives. It's stylish, suspenseful, and intense, but the stakes are never fully established—unless something was lost in translation.  Rats is much more straightforward and showcases Argentina's ...

Despite a healthy homegrown film industry in the ‘50s and ‘60s, Japan became beholden to Hollywood imports during the blockbuster years of the 1970s. With Jaws topping the box-office in 1976, struggling Toei studios adopted a “if-you-can’t-beat-em-join-em” mentality and drew inspiration from Rocky to produce its own version of an underdog fighter training his way to the top. 1977’s The Boxer might have begun life riding the coattails of the Italian Stallion but director Shuji Terayama ensures there’s enough originality here to go the full ten rounds. Tetsuo Tenma (Kentaro Shimizu) is a club-footed wannabe who’s reached a personal low. Responsible for the accidental death of a co-worker, who just so happened to be the fiancé of the women he loved, his boxing career is going nowhere when he petitions Terayama (Bunta Sugawara), the brother of the man he killed, to train him. The unlikely duo win a few matches and set their sights on the Rookie of the Year match. But the psycholog...

The “Antonioni effect” is on full display in 1971’s The Double , a decidedly non-linear pseudo-giallo that ends where it begins and challenges the audience to sort out everything in-between. Even though Blow Up was five years in the rear-view mirror, Italian cinema was still hopped up on artistic pretensions, most of which would be swapped out for exported box-office appeal in the coming decade. But director Romolo Guerrieri’s film is still somewhat essential viewing for fans with that “gotta-watch-em-all” mentality. A selfish, trust-fund playboy, Frank (Jean Sorel) is second-guessing his marriage to Lucia (Eva Aulin) when her mother, Nora (Lucia Bose) enters the scene. Instantly infatuated, Frank’s oedipal impulses wreak havoc during their trip to Morrocco and the troubles follow them home to Rome, where a free-wheeling hippie acquaintance creates a dangerous love triangle. Following the structure of a jet-set gialli but leaning far more towards psychological angst, The Double ’s ...

Author Donald E. Westlake was a crime-fiction superstar long before the “airport lounge” era of contemporary giants like James Patterson and Lee Child. Far from disposable entertainment, Westlake’s books (especially those written under his nom de plume Richard Stark) had a flair for criminal camaraderie and the rare ability to make readers feel like they were in on the job. His signature character, Parker, has been brought to the screen no less than seven times, but 1973’s The Outfit comes closest to capturing the hard, no-nonsense spirit of the books. Fresh out of a short prison stretch, Macklin (Robert Duvall) is fingered for a hit by the crime syndicate who owned the bank he robbed two years prior. Successfully avoiding the best efforts of top boss Mailer (Robert Ryan) to put him underground, Macklin proposes a deal: 250K and everything is forgotten. But one double-cross and several botched assassination attempts later, Macklin takes on the entire outfit to even the scales once...

The evolution of sci-fi from whiz-bang space operas to eco-spiritual odysseys and back again is a fascinating bit of cinematic history. But Kubrick’s 2001 wasn’t created in a vacuum; sci-fi authors themselves had evolved from futuristic prognostication to a more inward, cosmic exploration. Too deep for you? Well, it was a pretty short run until Star Wars put everything back on track. But it left audiences with more than a few socioeconomic warnings to enjoy like 1973's Soylent Green . Based on Harry Harrison’s dystopian detective novel entitled Make Room! Make Room! , the film completes Charlton Heston’s unofficial science-fiction trifecta. He plays Thorn, a cop barely scraping by in a world on the brink of ecological collapse. While Thorn handles the legwork involving the murder of a high-profile executive, his researcher, Sol Roth, (Edward G. Robinson) uncovers a conspiracy involving the latest batch of synthetic food, Soylent Green. Living off the scraps of the one-per...

Nervous breakdown. Emotional collapse. Or straight-up freak-out. Whatever you want to call it, most of us are only one heated argument, one unexpected traffic jam or one bad meal away from blowing our top. So 1993’s Falling Down has only become more relevant in a society where it seems only those who scream the loudest get any attention. But director Joel Schumacher’s film is a bit more troublesome than that, delivering a mixed-message of justified racial intolerance and vigilantism that are at odds with its cathartic tendencies. Still…it’s an undeniable attention grabber! Micheal Douglas plays a nameless desk jockey who abandons his car in the middle of traffic and walks through one angry misadventure after another while en route to the home of his ex-wife (Barbara Hershey) to celebrate his child’s birthday. Meanwhile, Lt. Prendergast (Robert Duvall) is trying to coast through his last day on the job when the string of incidents begin to add up. Tracking the suspect’s movements...

By the end of the ‘60s, westerns had become truly international. German, Italian, French and Spanish co-productions offered up a grittier version of the Old West than Hollywood could muster at the time. But even European filmmakers knew front-loading your movie with familiar faces meant more worldwide box-office appeal. Which leads us to 1971’s Red Sun , an all-star high-concept affair starring Charles Bronson, Alain Delon, Ursula Andress and Toshiro Mifune in an East-meets-West adventure that attempts to match the U.S. “event movie” vibe with all the sex and violence of European sensibilities. Forced into helping a samurai (Mifune) retrieve a stolen sword, Link (Bronson) heads off in pursuit of his former partner (Delon) who cheated him out of the proceeds of a recent train heist. Their only lead is Cristina (Andress), Gauche’s lover, who is coerced into joining them in pursuit of the loot…and the Emperor’s missing katana. Directed in rather bland style by Bond veteran Terence Yo...

Even the most rabid kung-fu fans can get exhausted from time to time. Punch, kick, tumble, twirl. Yes, it’s all elegantly choreographed and professionally executed. But wouldn’t it be cool if, like, one guy had a necklace of skulls that transformed into blood-sucking devil spawn? Then say hello to The Nine Demons , director Chang Cheh’s 1984 occult-action film that reunites most of the original Venom Mob for a distinctly outre martial arts entry that wraps horror embellishments around a sturdy wuxia frame. After selling his soul to bring his best friend back from the dead, the next item on Joey’s (Tien-Chi Cheng) agenda is revenge upon his enemies. Backed up by a posse of child demons and one hot witch, Demon Joey goes on the warpath, unleashing his supernatural fury on the baddies who killed his father and any unlucky bystanders. But his dark side is soothed by a love interest who knows there’s a good man in there somewhere. The question is, does selling your soul have a 30-day...

No one got more mileage out of Gremlins rip-offs than producer Charles Band. His low-budget kingdom was practically built on pint-sized terrors like Dolls, Demonic Toys, Ghoulies and the undying Puppet Master franchise. 1986’s Troll came along relatively early in the pipeline, securing a theatrical release, an unexpectedly stacked cast and a slightly larger budget. But, not to worry, it’s still primarily a showcase for director John Carl Buechler’s army of misfit muppets who straddle the line between kids’ fare and bargain-bin body horror. After they move into their new apartment, the Potters are introduced to a quirky cast of neighbors: a pathetic swinger (Sonny Bono), ex-marine (Gary Sandy of WKRP ), aspiring actors (real life couple Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Brad Hall) and one mysterious old lady on the top floor (June Lockhart) with a talking mushroom on her armoire. All of them are at the mercy of a troll who has taken on the human form of the Potters’ daughter and proceeds ...

If you think collecting physical media has become a niche hobby, consider 3D Blu-ray which now accounts for well under 1% of the home video market. But for a format that was almost doomed from the get-go thanks to incompatible equipment, competing TV manufacturers and pricey glasses, there are still a few die-hards hanging in there thanks to used gear on Facebook Marketplace and a scattering of pre-owned titles. And every so often a new title is added to the dwindling library that saves one more film from extinction. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jackie Chan’s Magnificent Bodyguards …in 3D! Gathering a team of martial arts experts to escort a critically ill patient via sedan chair through a bandit-filled mountain pass, Ting Chung (Jackie Chan) pledges to make the journey in three days, refusing payment for personal reasons. His compatriots also have their own agendas, but serve as protectors against a series of threats and ambushes that inevitably lead them toward the King of th...

As a subset of the prison movie, the asylum scenario plays with even higher stakes. Remember poor McMurphy at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest ? In cinematic terms, institutionalization does more than take away your freedom, it destroys your soul. Consider director Georges Franju’s 1959 La Tete contre les Murs (Head Against the Wall) that turns your average juvenile delinquent into a dispirited husk all to save a father’s reputation and a psychiatrist’s ego. Francois Gerane (Jean-Pierre Mocky) is the son of a wealthy attorney who has never forgiven his father for his mother’s suicide…if it really was suicide. After a family confrontation, Francois is committed to a private mental institution under the care of Dr. Varmont (Pierre Brasseur) whose old-school techniques ensure the patients are kept removed from polite society. Francois’ only hope lies in Dr. Emery (Paul Meurisse), a progressive expert in the field, and Stephanie (Anouk Aimee), a spontaneous love interest wh...

By now North American audiences have more than wetted their appetite for the once obscure yakuza films of Japan. We’ve all seen enough to know what to expect, the historical background that empowered gangsters in post-WW2 black markets and the flexible code of honor that guided their conduct. But what we really haven’t seen is a reaction to the films that made them such endearing anti-heroes in the first place. That’s where Sadao Nakajima’s 1973 Aesthetics of a Bullet comes in. Kiyoshi Koike (Tsunehiko Watase) is a broke, desperate loser when he’s selected by the Tenyu clan to start trouble in Miyazaki, the better to justify an all-out war with a rival clan when he’s killed in retribution. Given a gun and one-million yen, Kiyoshi eagerly plays the part of a “made-man,” but he’s too much of a coward to actually pull the trigger. Instead he enjoys all the benefits of his newfound authority (women, booze, hotel suites) while the Miyazaki clan coddles him until reinforcements arrive. ...

The French New Wave never really produced an answer to the American crime film. Sure, Jean-Luc Godard gave us cool criminals in sunglasses and François Truffaut flirted with noir from time to time, but neither seemed particularly interested in the mechanics of crime itself. In Solo (1970) Jean-Pierre Mocky, isn’t really interested either. He takes a familiar policier framework and infects it with the bitterness, paranoia and political disillusionment that lingered in France after the failed social revolution of May 1968. The result is one of the strangest crime films of the era: part thriller, part political satire and part existential hangover. Vincent Cabral (Mocky), a violinist, womanizer and occasional jewel thief, returns to France only to discover that his younger brother has become involved with a radical revolutionary group responsible for a string of assassinations targeting wealthy members of the bourgeoisie. As police and terrorists close in on one another, Vincent finds hi...

Although he spent years playing PI Jim Rockford on TV’s The Rockford Files , actor James Garner isn’t exactly the first actor that you’d associate with the term “hardboiled.” Raymond Chandler’s famous private detective Phillip Marlowe had already been played definitively by Humphrey Bogart in The Big Slee p (1946) and briefly by Dick Powell in the POV mystery Murder, My Sweet (1944). But Garner fills the shoes quite well in this modernized script that mixes Chandler’s acid-tongued banter with blackmail, hippies and late-‘60s weirdness. The plot of Marlowe is as convoluted as Chandler devotees would expect. Marlowe is hired to track down a missing person, who turns out to be in possession of some naughty negatives that, if released, would ruin the career of a famous TV star. But each clue seems to uncover another corpse, each sporting an ice pick in the back of the neck. And Marlowe’s clients aren’t talking, which begs the question, is he protecting the wrong person? Garner’s easygo...

“World-building” has been a trendy cinematic term for the last decade. But what director Ted Kotcheff accomplishes in Wake in Fright (1971) is somehow more impressive than the fantastic geography of Middle Earth or the alien jungles of Pandora. He makes a spot right on our own planet look almost completely unrecognizable; not through the use of special effects or elaborate production design, but because every sweat-soaked square inch of Bundanyabba, a fictional backwater mining town in the Australian outback, feels like it belongs to a civilization operating by its own bizarre and unsettling rules. John Grant (Gary Bond) is a young schoolteacher posted at the edge of nowhere, anxious to return to Sydney for his holiday break. But those plans are waylaid when he winds up stranded in “The Yabba” (as locals affectionately call it) after losing his travel money on a gambling binge. John is taken in by an array of local characters who lead him on an alcohol-fueled bender, testing his m...