The final film of my Summer of Anniversaries event celebrates the 25th anniversary of Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth.
However, we’re a couple weeks early on the celebration end. Oddly enough, 1992 didn’t have much for me to choose from. 1987 and 1997 had a bunch. But in order to find something celebrating a 25th anniversary, I had to look to September.
For a movie that takes place in New York City with all sorts of hell breaking loose.
With the Twin Towers appearing in the background of the poster. Continue reading “Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992)”
Until today, I’ve only seen one Shaquille O’Neal movie ever – Blue Chips. And that movie was “supposed” to be “good”. It wasn’t. If you want to watch a good movie about a basketball player going into college starring an actual basketball player, watch Spike Lee’s He Got Game.
I’m already off topic.
The point I’m trying to make is that I like Shaq on the court. I like Shaq on pre-game and halftime shows. I like Shaq in commercials hocking insurance from The General. But let’s not deny the fact that, besides being a guy who I think is seemingly terribly nice and charismatic as a person, he can’t act. Continue reading “Steel (1997)”
Fuck yeah, bro! I finally get to talk about my favorite pastime… XXX! Porn! Gross people doing gross shit to each other!!!
Vin Diesel? Asia Argento? Tattoos? Okay, well, I mean I guess Vin Diesel is okay. Not sure I want to see his schlong, but Asia Argento? I wanna see what tattoos she has in places that aren’t usually available to the naked (heh) eye. She’s probably into some weird shit too…
Say what? Continue reading “xXx (2002)”
Remember a few weeks ago when I mentioned that this might be one of the very worst span of four weeks during one summer movie slate ever? It started with July’s Jaws: The Revenge and Superman IV: The Quest of Peace, and now ends with one of the more spectacular Cannon Films failures, Masters of the Universe.
The origin of how this movie came about takes root from the Mattel smash toy hit of the same name. Trust me, when I was little, everyone had He-Man toys. We’d walk around and ask each other if they want to play “He-Mans” and usually had our figures in tow at all times. We fucking loved this shit. What’s funny is that the toys were super cheaply made. For the most part, every figure had the same overly muscular body spray-painted different colors with different heads and different accessories or attachments. When you have a bunch of of the very same body for every male figure, it makes production costs quite a bit lower and gives you much more of a profit when these things sold like crazy hotcakes. Continue reading “Masters of the Universe (1987)”