Frank's Movie Log

The Pit careens between laughable and disturbing.

I was still watching Saturday morning cartoons and struggling with cursive writing when I first saw Phantasm. It traumatized me.

Mars Attacks! could have been awful but settles for mediocre.

Riders of Destiny is not a good movie, but it is an important one.

The Witch gets better with each viewing.

In Ride Him, Cowboy, a town puts a horse on trial for attempted murder. This may not be the film's most ridiculous scene.

The more I think about Don't Breathe, the less I like it.

I like John Wayne, but I struggled with Haunted Gold.

You'd think an ancient demon threatening armageddon would be hard to forget, but Suicide Squad proves otherwise.

For a nunsploitation picture, boredom is a cardinal sin.

The skin-tight flight suit is a bridge too far.

Based on a true story, Black Mass sees Johnny Depp made up as a balding and paunchy James “Whitey” Bulger. The film follows Bulger’s ascent from small-time hood to crime-lord of South Boston. A journey made possible by the FBI.

Reviewing anthology movies is hard. I picture you, dear reader, trudging through endless paragraphs of plot synopsis and I feel guilty. I have let you down.

The severed hand is surprisingly effective.

Asylum is another anthology horror from Amicus Productions. As with The House That Dripped Blood (1971), the script comes courtesy of Robert Bloch.

I watched Big City Blues because it features an early, uncredited performance from Humphrey Bogart. Given the film’s obscurity, my expectations were low.

Any film starring Christopher Lee as a ghost whipping a half-nude woman as she moans in ecstasy can’t be all bad.

“He would be the most dangerous human being on earth. A monster.”

Skip the first half of Two Evil Eyes. Or at least watch the second half first.

The four survivors planned to hole up in the abandoned hotel’s vault-like refrigerator. It was a good plan, considering the squad of undead, water-breathing Nazi storm troopers lurking outside. Then one survivor gets claustrophobic and fires a signal flare into the refrigerator. That’s where Shock Waves lost me.