Les parents terribles (Jean Cocteau, 1948)

Magnificent.

Rampage (Uwe Boll, 2009)

Fired Up! (Will Gluck, 2009)

The Swimmer (Frank Perry, 1968)

That's how you start a movie, damn.

The whole thing is pretty astounding actually, unabashedly artificial and melodramatic — in the best sense of the words —  and unlike anything else I've ever seen.

Saw 3D (Kevin Greutert, 2010)

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are YOU doing here?"

Somehow I seem to have taken in all seven movies in the franchise, despite not having liked any of them. I will admit to a childlike fascination with the mechanics behind some of the traps, like Rube Goldberg contraptions that end with someone getting decapitated, but that can't possibly be the only reason why I keep coming back. Can it?

Abel Ferrara

"How can you talk about the films, man? The films are the films; the more you talk about them, the stupider it sounds."

— Abel Ferrara

La belle et la bête (Jean Cocteau, 1946)