Nothing angers a movie geek faster nowadays than remaking a classic. Although, it should be mentioned, the original The Italian Job wasn’t exactly a classic.
Mun was a blind woman fitted with corneas that allow her to notice the hundreds of ghosts walking around modern China. The weirdness takes off from there.
I want to know what these kids will come up with when they have their own head-on collisions with teen angst, not just tribute angst for some outgrown rocker.
The best film of this type in years. There’s no plot, just a premise. A Ju-on is a vengeful ghost, who doesn’t seem real picky about who it takes revenge on.
As disgusted as I was with the production values, I did still get a kick out of seeing Euro-trash and South Americans beat the living shit out of each other for an hour.
Since 1939, the emerald in Shamrock Texas’ St. Patrick’s Day celebration has been the beard-growing contest, an event on the magnitude of Groundhog Day in Pennsylvania.
Explosions? Check. Crispin Glover being a damned lunatic? Check. Demi Moore? Check, but not by much. Bernie Mac? Check, but so what? Bernie Mac is a funny man.