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By Rob Hunter
Many of you may look upon Sylvester Stallone’s upcoming action epic The Expendables as a lesser version of Quentin Tarantino’s Ingloryhole Bastards. If so, you are wrong. For my money, The Expendables looks to be the more interesting of the two.
By Kevin Kelly
We felt the earth move during the Hell Ride press junket in Los Angeles, but weren’t quite sure if that was the earthquake, or the arrival of Vinnie Jones. Seriously, this guy is so kickass that even Chuck Norris doesn’t hold a candle to him.
By Neil Miller
We missed Quentin, saw Olivia and finally found out what the big deal was with that Hamlet 2 movie…
By Neil Miller
Director Larry Bishop brings the fun with his modern day Grindhouse biker flick.
By Neil Miller
As we come to the midpoint of the Sundance Film Festival and its more sightings, more movies and a shit-ton of work.
By Neil Miller
We roll into Saturday with cold phallanges, more celebrity sightings and one awesome film that deserves to be seen — by everyone.
By Neil Miller
I have a new theory: every movie should begin with a scene involving a scantily clad Rose McGowan and a stripper pole. That would really take the sting off of films like Norbit. Where did this theory come from, you may ask? It came from the fact that I just got back from screening Grindhouse, the homage to 70s and 80s exploitation flicks co-directed by Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. Just think about this concept; two directors with very loyal fanbases making a three hour long double feature packed full of blood, boobs and bad dialog. What about that doesn’t sound like fun?
