Mini-Review: Did I fucking DREAM this? Must have, since I fell asleep about 40 minutes in. For the record, most useless dream I've ever had, and there was some pretty bad acting in it too.
Mini-Review: IMDB tells us this about the film: "According to director Bryan Bertino, 'The Strangers' is partially based on an incident that happened to him as a child. One evening a stranger came to his door and asked for someone who wasn't there. The stranger left, but later Bertino found out that other homes in his neighborhood had been broken into that night." Fittingly, that story is just about as fucking boring and pointless as "The Strangers" itself.
Mini-Review: Not Cronenberg's finest... not by a long shot. Ladies, don't watch this cringe-worthy stuff with your vaginas in tact; I should've left mine hanging on the towel rack overnight. Very hostile towards women, which disappointed me as a Cronenberg fan.
Mini-Review: Charming and weird. I love that this movie unexpectedly made such a huge cultural splash that even my 63 year-old mother knows who John Waters is, but if she ever saw "Pink Flamingos" she'd have a total aneurysm.
Mini-Review: I'm baffled---and a bit frightened---as to why people presumably identify with Douglas' loathsome character and this piece of shit movie. Hey fuckface, breakfast at your shitty local fast food joint is over... put a bullet in your own head and leave everyone else alone.
Mini-Review: I remember having such a crush on Lauryn Hill in this, but her mere presence for me couldn't save this wretched, gnashing she-beast of cinema.
Mini-Review: Decent, but I get sick of seeing it treated as some sort of gold standard of film by self-satisfied nihilist nerd boys suffering from misplaced aggression and the woeful tendency to see detached, casual violence as the hallmark of coolness. Much like the cult of "Fight Club", I think that if you find a tattered 'Clockwork Orange' poster in some asshole's dorm room, you can safely assume they missed the point and merely think the movie's "fuckin' badass, dude".
Mini-Review: I watched this back in high school, so perhaps it merits a re-watch.... but holy shit, I'm gonna have to be tripping on acid when I see it in order to stay awake next time.
Mini-Review: Black people. White people. Movie.
Mini-Review: Fucking loved it! Thank you Quentin Tarantino for writing some exciting, badass roles for women in recent years; it's great therapy for those of us who are fucking sick of seeing women constantly written as dull, humorless, marriage-hungry baby-chasers that we can't possibly relate to in any way.