Federico Fellini’s exaggerated childhood memories form the basis for this story of a year in the life of a 1930s Italian small town.
Seriously one of the better horror movies I’ve seen, surrounded by jingle bells and tinsel.
The definitive neo-noir, a movie I love, now inextricably linked with the crimes of its director.
Still shocking, after all these years.
Mel Brooks takes a western pastiche and pushes the boundaries of comedy about racism. Oh, and it’s super funny.