The first film version of Frank Herbert’s best-selling sci-fi novel was directed by David Lynch, of all people, and I found it both extremely watchable and an astounding disaster.
The most surreal and highbrow of slasher movies, it jumpstarted a major studio and gave the world Johnny Depp exploding into a fountain of blood.
A nearly four-hour period gangster movie that represented the culmination of director Sergio Leone’s career. It is also a super weird movie.
For those who enjoy a good post-apocalyptic diesel-punk environmental fable, with the usual stunning animation from Hayao Miyazaki.
A story about a normal human who is confronted with genius and it slowly drives him insane. I think I might like this movie so much because of my own psychological problems, but I definitely like it a lot.
Sort of a punk rock apocalypse. Or a comedy about some sort of alien invasion. Or a cautionary tale about the Neutron Bomb. Or…
Is it a hard hitting drama about small town life? Is it a musical? The answers lie in Kevin Bacon’s angry dancing.
The Muppets take their act to Broadway in one of the definitive movies of my childhood.
Deadpan responses to bizarro, otherwordly threats lead to an all-timer of a comedy.