Maniac Cop (1988)

When we talk about cinema’s most underrated monsters, Matt Cordell should be somewhere near the top the list.

Widely known as Maniac Cop, Robert Z’Dar’s Cordell is a brute of a killer, a zombified variation of Friday the 13th’s Jason Voorhees, with the same superhuman strength and nondiscriminatory appetite for murder. Directed by exploitation junkie William Lustig (Maniac) and written by none other than the sharply satirical Roger Corman (The Stuff), the movie would prove a financial failure at a time when slasher movies had become largely generic and commercially passé, but if this had been released half a decade earlier…

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5 Love Hacks Learned from Watching Movies

Navigating the world of modern romance can be quite confusing and frightening.

There is a plethora of advice out there from dating gurus, Oprah, Tinder, and your mother. What if I told you that everything you needed to know about love was just a streaming service away?  Hard to believe, right? If you have several hours to kill and a bottle of your favorite beverage (I highly recommend Moscato or Scotch on the rocks) then watch Psycho, Disclosure, The Evil Dead or It Follows. Hell, Fatal Attraction is like a bible for avoiding Mr. or Mrs. Wrong…

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The Bruce Campbell Factor

A couple of weeks ago a fellow writer and I had a discussion regarding Bruce Campbell’s Unified Theory of Jessica Alba.

As a result of that conversation, I began thinking about other actors who have made significant impacts on popular culture. There is a concept that exists about Kevin Bacon called Six Degrees of Separation that everyone has played with at one time or another. If you aren’t familiar with it, you take a Kevin Bacon movie and try to connect him to other actors…

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Intruder (1989)

Intruder is something of an anomaly.

Made at the tail-end of the 1980s, it was released long after the MPAA had stepped in to curtail the wanton bloodlust of the slasher boom, an imposition on civil liberties that would lead to years of the kind of tepid horror that would turn the genre stale. Just as Jason Voorhees was setting sail for Manhattan in perhaps the most censored of an ever-diluting formula, director Scott Spiegel let rip with his supermarket splatterfest of ingeniously depraved proportions…

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