There’s something almost admirable about a movie that shows up to a crowded party, realizes it’s underdressed, and still tries to mingle like it belongs. John Ivin’s Robin Hood is that movie. It’s earnest, occasionally scrappy, and tragically unaware that a much louder guest is about to steal the room.
The Navy vs. the Night Monsters (1966) – Review
Sometimes a movie comes along that reminds you why drive-ins existed: so that people could make out and not watch the movie. The Navy vs. the Night Monsters is one such film, a cinematic cautionary tale about why you should never mix a serious science fiction novel, a low budget, and a title that sounds…
Repulsion (1965) – Review
Roman Polanski’s Repulsion is the kind of movie that seeps under your skin, crawls into the back of your mind, and then proceeds to scratch at the walls from the inside. It’s a film that starts with awkward silence and ends with outright madness, an early psychological horror masterpiece that traps you in the head…
Robin and Marian (1976) – Review
There comes a point where every legend either calcifies into myth or gets dragged back down to earth and asked to show its wrinkles. Richard Lester’s Robin and Marian choose the latter with almost suspicious enthusiasm. Turns out happily-ever-after has a shelf life, and Sherwood Forest doesn’t come with a pension plan.
The Flesh Eaters (1964) – Review
Sometimes a movie crawls out of the cinematic swamp so strange, so proudly low-budget, and so completely unaware of its own limitations that it achieves a kind of mad genius. The Flesh Eaters is that movie. It’s part beach party, part mad science experiment, and part bucket of guts. This atomic-age B-movie somehow manages to…