For the first five minutes or so, when I was lost in a sea of color and windswept plains…

Feeling Minnesota or something…

Crazed KGB agent brainwashes Green Beret; hundreds perish.

There’s nothing particularly frightening about George Romero’s 1968 classic about zombies run amok, but I liked it just the same.

So just to be clear, this guy was killed when hounds chased him into a bus full of snakes.

I had a feeling McDonald’s would eventually lead me to the Olsen Twins

Any film that ends with Nashville’s Henry Gibson shoving rapper DMX into a cremation oven can’t be all bad…

I don’t believe a better script has ever been penned.

Hero, drunk or both?

Oooooooh! Navy SEALS!