Frank's Movie Log

I've seen Possession twice and I still don't know what it's about.

Part soft-core porn. Part giallo. All boring.

Rio Bravo is my favorite movie but I can't imagine how to review it.

My Bloody Valentine proves you can defy the tropes while still staying true to the genre.

Every so often, a film works despite not working.

The Thin Man drags at first, but give it a chance.

Foreshadowing a career playing characters with great names, John Wayne plays a wealthy socialite named Dick Wallace.

I have a soft-spot for over-the-top exploitation films, but not mean-spirited ones.

Even the most ardent Boris Karloff fan can skip The Ghoul.

By the time I watched Casablanca, I already knew every line of dialog.

Buried under the bad, there's just enough good to make Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice a frustrating experience.

I expected a sleazy giallo and I got a sleazy giallo. The catchy folk-rock theme song? That surprised me.

I tilt forward in my seat. My heels rise. The balls of my feet press into the floor. My hands clench tight and I realize I'm holding my breath. Heat on the big screen is an experience.

You know that scene in crime movies, where a back-alley deal turns sour, resulting in a shootout? Free Fire stretches that into an entire movie.

I was fine with the cannibalism, but everything else irked me.

Beneath the crude jokes and over-the-top violence lurks a serious film.

You won't believe me when I tell you not to watch Shock.

It's Audrey Hepburn's movie, but George Peppard deserves some credit.

It's taken 17 years, but Logan gives us the Wolverine we've always wanted.

Funny, clever, and gruesome—albeit overlong.