Why did Sharknado 4 have to open with a Star Wars-esque opening crawl? Was it because they gave Tara Reid a Light Saber hand?
That's not a typo folks...those damn sharks are building dams...out of damn human bodies.
I don't even understand...how did sharks get into the river? How do they survive is freshwater - don't sharks live in the ocean? Why are they building a dam out of corpses? I should know by now...the answers do not matter. Just the sharks matter.
We made it! A few weeks after opeing weekend, but we made it to the theater to see Civil War. I missed The Force Awakens and Deadpool, but I wasn't about to miss Civil War.
Exactly what you fucking think it is. Zombie. Zoo. Animals. Thanks to The Asylum, for going where no film has gone before.
It starts when the capuchin monkeys come down with a nasty virus, turn into zomb-onkeys and go beserk. Of course, they escape and start zombifying the rest of the zoo population. Zombie giraffes tearing folks limb from limb should be horrifying, but I just couldn't stop laughing. The one truly horrifying "zoombie" was the Koala. Koalas are just so cute and so...chill. Zombie Koalas are NOT cute and definitely NOT chill.
The Breakfast Club meets Apocalypse Now - how's that for a fucking amazing tagline?
The people who brought us The Haunted Trailer were back at Frightmare with another locally made horror film. I was tentatively afraid that Getting Schooled would be a rehash of Haunted Trailer, but it was totally different in tone and content. Lucky Chucky is no one-trick pony. Yes, it's horror and yes, it's funny...but there wasn't a single fart joke in the whole film. Not even a church house squeaker.
It's been like a zillion years since we've had a family movie night...I guess technically, it wasn't really a family movie night, since Lily wanted nothing to do with Ant-Man, instead barricading herself under her bed with Netflix and my cat.
This movie is so fucking weird and fucked up. Of course, it's a horror movie....but it's also a comedy...and it's also a mindfuck. Tusk is like a new genre of movie - Mindfuck Fu.
The first Mindfuck is not so much the subject matter - it's fucked up to be sure, but the real mindfuck is that it's not sexual. Of course, we wanted the motivation to be sexual - but nope. The motivation was guilt.
If two heads are better than one, are three heads better than two?
So...the 3 Headed Shark is angered by ocean pollution, but it eats the sea garbage, which drives it insane and it starts attacking. This movie makes no fucking sense. It is also somehow a sequel to 2 Headed Shark Attack, but HOW??? There are none of the same characters and no relationship is implied between the 2 Headed and 3 Headed Sharks. I need continuity, dammit!
You know, if Mark Cuban ran for president, I'd probably vote for him. Sure, he's as big a dick as Trump, but he hasn't filed for bankruptcy half a dozen times. That being said, I'd probably vote for David Hasselhoff before any of the assholes we have running right now.