Feature Articles

The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires. The films of Hammer, that small family-run film studio by the Thames, have such an enduring appeal that even forty-odd years after the original company’s last movie, there is still a myriad of ...

The films of David Lynch are replete with performances that reveal rather than obscure. Whether appropriated for the purposes of music or theatrics, the Lynchian stage is a place where hidden truths are made manifest and artifice is stripped away. ...

*Spoilers for a film that turned 60 this year Some Like It Hot (Billy Wilder, 1959) is one of the most joyfully, unapologetically subversive films to emerge from a Hollywood that was, in the middle part of the twentieth century, ...

When watching a giallo, the audience member wants one of two things--either to vicariously live through the upper class excess the characters experience on screen, or to see these rich fools die horrible deaths for the base, solipsistic, grotesque lifestyles they lead.

Sheridan Le Fanu’s Tragic Vampire Finally Gets the Film She Deserves. Unfortunately, trends have a habit of becoming played out, and by the close of the 1960s, the Hammer horror films that had been so shocking and revolutionary found the ...

The rape-revenge genre has long been one of the more prolific in exploitation cinema, yet out of the entire cannon, you’d be hard-pressed to find one more brutal, more unforgiving than Cirio H. Santiago’s Naked Vengeance (1985). The multiple traumas inflicted on ...

Charles Bronson epitomizes the stealthy, no-nonsense action hero who bounces from calculated vigilante to hardboiled straight shooter with equal precision and dedication

Rest in peace, Robert Forster (1941-2019).

Bela Lugosi isn’t Dracula, but Christopher Lee is, as Hammer Horror is born. In late 1934, a British comedian named William Hinds started a film company, Hammer Productions Ltd., named in honor of Will Hammer, the stage name which had ...

So let’s say, just for the sake of argument, you’re a vampire. Not one of those post-Anne Rice vampires with the leather trench coat and the bad poetry and an appreciation of royalty-free industrial music. No, I’m talking about one ...