No nonsense, mean spirited Ozploitation that delivers a hefty dose of brutal violence juxtaposed against gorgeous oceanic photography (the slo-mo shots of big game fish swimming are incredible). Anchored by a deranged Jai Courtney performance as a shark obsessed serial killer, hopefully this signals a second act in the action star’s already weird career, as it’d be a real hoot to see him embrace being a beefy character actor not too far removed from Gerard Butler. Anyway, escalates quite nicely…

Warmed to this much more on my latest viewing - perhaps at least partially because we've been gifted a proper Blu-ray that somehow presents the '90s DTV stylings as pleasantly colorful - while chewing on the movie's supernatural super cuck revenge plotting. In hindsight, would trade pretty much all of Romero's end period zombie films (outside of LAND OF THE DEAD) for a few more of these idiosyncratic character pieces that feel spiritually connected to stuff like SEASON OF THE…

Brutally violent, impressively polished exploitation follow up to TRAINING DAY that drops any sort of prestige pretense, yet still sports one of the more stacked casts you'll ever see in this brand of low pulp (Gere, Snipes and Cheadle are all really cooking). Hawke reuniting with Fuqua, only to play the dirty badge this time around, seems to be the movie's main selling point, but he just doesn't embody ruthlessness quite like he did the naïve rookie merely trying to…

"You know what the bush is about? It's about massive trees that have been standing there for thousands of years, and bugs that'll be dead before the minute's out. It's big trees and pissy little bugs."

Grim, nasty, portentous, stacked from top to bottom with incredible performances, and completely lacking anything resembling a coherent moral center. In other words: totally my shit. Michôd never really made anything this good again (though I still quite like THE ROVER), but then again…

Unapologetically trashy dystopian Ozploitation MOST DANGEROUS GAME riff that's dumb as rocks but moves like an absolute rocket, delivering nudity, violence and even an unexplained fucking wolfman that eats a dude's toes. Deliriously paced, never slowing down once to really give you much exposition beyond character set up and, truth be told, is all the better for it. We know the score by now and don't need any of that bullshit. Rich people are evil fascists. Revolutionaries will be put…

Folks have told me for years that this is “much better than you’d expect”, and while that might be a *bit* of a stretch, it’s certainly exactly I expected, executed with a shaggy respect for it’s characters. The slasher set pieces are good and nasty, and the undercover cop plot with Kay Lenz is more nuanced and (frankly) funnier than it has any right to be, yet this still adheres to Corman’s “give the people what they signed up for”…

Bumped this up half a star since the last time I watched it (almost a decade ago), due to the strange tone it strikes that I'm unsure I've ever seen in another exploitation film. Oscillates between gnarly, hardcore horror/sleaze freak out and almost wholesome after school special family drama, as a girl builds a home for herself on the streets with a collection of Hollywood Blvd. misfits that includes a gun-slinging cowboy (Rory Calhoun, fucking pitch perfect), a sassy, aging…