When one of the central characters in a film is a man with fetishistic fixation on his pet jellyfhish and he inexplicably bludgeons two people to death before wrapping himself in wire and committing suicide, you can be fairly certain that the film comes from Japan.

No, this is not a trend that should cause you great concern, so I promise that I will stay far, far away from both Airport ’77 and Concorde: Airport ’79.

The 70s disaster flick that started it all.

A good movie, but it is not great. In fact, it is frustrating, because you know that it could have been great.

Matt Cale loses his shit.

“Did Scorsese really direct that?”

The words were brief and fleeting, but I’ll eat my own ass if I didn’t hear them

The opening scene of the film is this painful sequence where he goes in the hole $44,000 to an insanely coked out mob dude…