A hell fueled, homoerotic, Hitchcockian road trip through purgatory. The Hitcher is nihilism at its most entertaining.

Beautifully shot dust in headlights, homosexual subtext so heavy its borderline text, and a bleak, biblical destruction of innocence all perfectly disguised as road horror. The photography is sexy, the action is thrilling and abrupt. But, it's the intense, unsettling chemistry between our cat and mouse that really revs my engine. Come on guys, just kiss already.

"What do you want?"
"I want you to stop me"

Leave it to the Godfather of Gore to make the dusty spaghetti western that makes me cry. Equal parts brutal and brutally sweet, Four Of the Apocalypse moseys along through a bleak hellscape showing the power of found family.

The last act involves a town of men, all outlaws softened by the presence of a newborn. I can’t fully explain how the acts of love shown here soften this dusty soul of mine.

This time, Fulci decided to leave the maggots at home and he pumped this one full of heart

The bombastic operatics from Django Kill's forefathers are nowhere to be seen. It is a languid Spaghetti Western, almost listless in its bloodshed.
First seen digging himself out of a grave, The Stranger sets on a path of vengeance with golden bullets fashioned by mysterious guides. He is more specter than a gunslinger, haunting the people of the town known as "The Unpleasant Place". He drifts, stumbling upon moral rot and bringing chaos in his wake.

A bizarre and violently wonderful time. Django Kill...If You Live, Shoot!, leaves you with gold inset wounds to the abdomen and greedy fingers trying to pick it free.

Mythic and Powerful

The first moment we see Dorthy and Toto walking, sepia drenched, along that dusty farm road, I begin to tear up. Sure, that is nostalgia speaking. But the other 99 percent of the time the emotion is drawn from a pure and perfect cinematic experience.

This is one movie where the hype is not enough.