At this point in the history of science fiction film, there’s ironically little territory left to cover in space.
Abel Ferrara and writer Nicholas St. John’s first film, The Driller Killer, subverted the sexism found in most slasher flicks by offering a madman who targets derelicts rather than busty teens.
Yes, the Big Reveal at the end is intact.
The easiest thing to do with Spike Lee's latest work, a "don't call it a remake" of Park Chan-wook's 2003 film Oldboy, is to simply dismiss it.
Spike Lee has been understandably adamant about describing his version of Oldboy as a “reinterpretation” rather than a remake.
Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games trilogy is a great read if you're into that sort of thing (reading), and it's shrewdly constructed.
As someone who really liked The Hunger Games I was fully prepared for Catching Fire to be a disappointment.
New couple Tom and Lucy are on their way to a music festival, to meet up with friends, camp, and explore their new relationship, when things go terribly awry.
When was the last time a movie got under your skin? Really unnerved you to the point that afterwards, you had to walk around the block or hug your dog?