Articles by Dennis Harvey
The quaintness of much vintage sexploitation is precisely its charm.
A shortlist of cinema’s best survivors.
Paul Robeson’s performance reflects the glass ceiling he continually hit as an extraordinary talent laboring under impossible restrictions.
While other horror films of the era relied on crackpot psychology, CARNIVAL OF SOULS embodies a state of distress—with singular results.
Argento uses cinema not to spy on and catch a killer, but to become the ‘sick’ embodiment of homicidal insanity itself.
Shot in full color, this supernatural soap opera climaxes with more high Catholic pageantry than you’d find at a cathedral on Palm Sunday.
A feature-length indictment of Western hypocrisies and immorality designed to make North Korean viewers feel quite relieved they aren’t ‘us?’ So it appears. . .
Dujardin and Hazanavicius take very precise satirical stabs at the filmic styles of the ‘classic’ Bond period.
Traveling back to the heydays of 1960s softcore and 1970s hardcore ‘sinema’ with Radley Metzger’s singular sex-film creations.
There’s more of the excavated Amir Shervan on the way, and bad-movie fans should be waiting with bated breath.