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Jonathan Silverman is a creep it’s impossible to root for in the godawful 1995 romantic comedy French Exit.
As part of the Kickstarter campaign for Five Nights at Freddy Got Fingered, one of you kind souls paid me to see 1988’s Alien From L.A., the low-budget, Cannon-produced vehicle that failed to make Kathy Ireland a movie star. Or even a halfway competent actress!
One of you generous sadists paid me a hundred bucks to watch a silly slice of Reagan-era sexual anxiety distinguished by charming performances from Andrew “Dice” Clay and Victoria Jackson. Really.
Fateful Findings auteur Neil Breen returns as a jerky, genocidal Jesus out to kill three hundred million bad people for good reasons in a movie that, to be honest, is pretty fucked up. YOU requested and paid for it so YOU've got it!
For silent-screen icon Buster Keaton, the transition to sound was brutal, as evidenced by his woeful 1930 sound debut Free and Easy.
Jessica Lange evolved from glamour girl to serious actress and picked up her first Oscar nomination for a pummelingly intense 1982 biopic of tragic Hollywood martyr Frances Farmer, who will come back as fire and burn all the liars, leave a blanket of ash on the ground.
Or at least that’s what Kurt Cobain sang.
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Raiders of the Lost Ark is a fantastic movie that really holds up, except the part where Dr. Jones is a cradle-robbing defiler of teens.
I had an unique cinematic experience that was straight up magical.
A popular stand up went to an unusual mixed martial arts event. Bedlam ensued.
Despite what some folks would have you believe, film critics and leftwing protestors are motivated by authentic passion and not handsome bribes from Disney or George Soros.
The dweeb from Staind feels betrayed and duped because he did not realize that “Born in the USA” is a dark protest song rather than a patriotic anthem on account of being astonishingly stupid.
I used to think Obama did a pretty good job, but now that I see how little he cared about pool maintenance, ballroom construction, women smiling and publicly taking dementia tests, AKA the four pillars of the presidency, I lost ALL respect for him and the Democratic Party.
Tim Burton’s 2003 fantasy film Big Fish had a profound effect on me, but it had a REALLY intense reaction for the late, beloved monologuist and actor Spalding Gray.
Hilarious Cyber-Satire That’s Easy to Misunderstand
A totally non-clickbait article on why everything you love and revere sucks shit.
The Nathan Rabin’s Happy Place 30 Day Film Challenge isn’t the first of its kind, but it is the best.
Not all celebrities remain rich and famous forever. Here are five who went from wealth and fame to being homeless street trash.
I know I’m late to the game, but this is a definitive list of the top ten movies of 2025
We never should have even thought about writing this article.
Whether you’re a small child or a punk hitting your bottom on heroin and cocaine in the late 1970s, Yo Gabba Gabba! is full of life lessons.
We hope you're hungry for some meaty arguments!
FILM
The LEGENDARY column about failure at its most epic!
Did Louise Lasser have a nervous breakdown while hosting Saturday Night Live or was it all part of the act? Regardless, the result was one of the most excruciatingly awkward episodes in the show’s history.
2025’s Snow White failed for a fuck-ton of reasons, most wholly unrelated to star Rachel Zegler’s political beliefs or public statements.
Charles Grodin Month continues with a look at the 1988 dark comedy The Couch Trip, which is just like Loqueesha only not racist, sexist and terrible.
Mismatched Buddy Cop Movie Month begins with the 1990 dud Loose Cannons, a mental illness-themed action comedy about a traumatized cop with an outrageous case of Dissociative identity disorder
One of you kind souls paid me to re-watch and write about 2005’s Domino, screenwriter Richard Kelly and director Tony Scott’s deranged pop-art take on the life of renegade bounty hunter Domino Harvey.
Reagan, the long-delayed biography of the Bedtime for Bonzo star, ridiculously posits its subject as a devout Christian first, uniquely gifted leader second and cheesy-ass B-movie star a distant third.
Bad reviews, terrible buzz and an impressively idiotic premise sunk Universal’s 2012 science fiction board game adaptation mega-flop Battleship.
The Police Academy went to Moscow. It did not go well.
John Travolta and Nicolas Cage Face/Off in The Ultimate Acting Battle!
John Travolta becomes the smartest man in the world, then uses his incredible powers to woo a pretty single mother and help his buddy grow larger vegetables in 1996’s Phenomenon, a well-worn denim jacket of a movie.
John Travolta and an Oscar-nominated Robert Duvall lead a remarkable ensemble cast in hotshot screenwriter turned director Steven Zaillian’s overachieving 1999 legal drama A Civil Action, a sleeper which is infinitely more entertaining and rich than its dry title and half-forgotten reputation would suggest
Nicolas Cage’s run of cheesily fun Jerry Bruckheimer-produced action extravaganzas continues with the wildly entertaining 2000 gear-head blockbuster Gone in 60 Seconds.
In 1990 Nicolas Cage made Firebirds, the first of several thousand forgettable action vehicles unworthy of his talent or originality.
It’s Psycho Versus Psychlo in the cinematic war of the millennium!
John Travolta has big fun with a very big performance as a colorful lawman/law-breaker in the appealingly vulgar exploitation movie To Paris With Love.
Where YOU pay ME to SEE movies!
As part of the Kickstarter campaign for Five Nights at Freddy Got Fingered, one of you kind souls paid me to see 1988’s Alien From L.A., the low-budget, Cannon-produced vehicle that failed to make Kathy Ireland a movie star. Or even a halfway competent actress!
One of you generous sadists paid me a hundred bucks to watch a silly slice of Reagan-era sexual anxiety distinguished by charming performances from Andrew “Dice” Clay and Victoria Jackson. Really.
Fateful Findings auteur Neil Breen returns as a jerky, genocidal Jesus out to kill three hundred million bad people for good reasons in a movie that, to be honest, is pretty fucked up. YOU requested and paid for it so YOU've got it!
One of you kind souls paid me to re-watch and write about 2005’s Domino, screenwriter Richard Kelly and director Tony Scott’s deranged pop-art take on the life of renegade bounty hunter Domino Harvey.
For my monthly Shudder pick, I chose Who Invited Them, a psychological thriller about a housewarming party and some very sinister party crashers.
In a shocking turn of events, Henry Jaglom made a bad, self-indulgent motion picture.
It may be hard to believe, but John Cusack once starred in good movies like the 1997 cult classic romantic-action-dark-comedy Grosse Pointe Blank instead of direct-to-video schlock where he wears a black hat, holds a gun, and is poorly photoshopped on the DVD cover alongside other paycheck-hungry familiar faces.
Cinema at its shittiest!
Out of morbid curiosity, I rewatched 2000’s serial killer thriller The Watcher, which only exists because Keanu Reeves’ personal assistant forged his name on a contract, and the actor figured it was easier to star in a terrible movie than participate in a long, drawn-out legal battle, to see if the movie itself was as insane as its backstory. It is!
If you’re nostalgic for the children’s game Hangman then you will be utterly appalled by the 2017 Al Pacino movie based on it.
John Candy Month kicks off with a fond look back at 1989’s Who’s Harry Crumb, a stupid movie for dumb babies.
I forced myself to see the new Melania Trump documentary but the universe sent me an unmistakable sign when the sound cut out after 20 agonizing minutes and I decided to write up a movie without seeing in its entirety for the first time in my 29 year career.
Did Nixon have Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix murdered to keep them from inspiring a revolution with their hedonistic brand of blues-infused rock? That’s the premise of schlockmeister Larry Buchanan’s bonkers 1984 travesty Down on Us, AKA Beyond the Doors, the craziest rock movie you’ve never heard of.
Fuck you, Troy Duffy. No, seriously. Fuck you.
Music
Let’s Get Weird!
Al gets meta and deconstructionist on this epic, almost eleven minute long parody of R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet”
It took me a solid week of furious effort and three viewings of Weird: The Al Yankovic Story, but I have written what I think is the definitive 5000 word manifesto about the Citizen Kane of “Weird Al” Yankovic-themed parody biopics.
“Weird Al” Yankovic stars in another movie debuting on streaming this month and it is VERY weird but in a decidedly different way than Weird: The Al Yankovic Story.
With Al’s second film as a screenwriter on the way I figured it was the ideal time to rerun my 5000 word appreciation of UHF.
The hardcover, full-color version of The Weird A-Coloring to Al is out and, at the risk of being immodest, is literally the greatest book ever written.
You don’t have to be the world’s most prolific author of books about “Weird Al” Yankovic to be excited about his forthcoming "Weird Al" brings The Unfortunate Return of the Ridiculously Self-Indulgent, Ill-Advised Vanity Tour but it certainly doesn’t hurt!
There is a lost generation of kids without a new “Weird Al” Yankovic album to call their own. Are they beyond help?
Here’s a hint: it has NOTHING to do with not being good enough and everything to do with the Rock Hall taking itself way too seriously.
Literature
The Very Finest in Flaming Literary Garbage!
Our exploration of the worst and weirdest literature has to offer explores a 1998 coffee table book devoted to Joe Camel, the lovable humanoid camel with a penis-shaped face who very successfully sold cigarettes to small children.
Page 3 girl turned pop star/sex goddess Samantha Fox's memoir Forever is a reasonably nasty, moderately engaging time waster about an ordinary cockney lass miscast in the role of a naughty girl in need of love and her naughtier father/manager.
In honor of the boy band-centric Turning Red , I am re-running a piece (compiled in The Joy of Trash) about disgrace boy band Svengali Lou Pearlman’s deranged and deluded memoir.
Is rock music a tool of the devil that will make your child commit suicide? According to the anti-rock Christian manifesto Why Knock Rock? the answer is hell motherfucking yes!
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The answer is Manic Pixie Dream Girl, Mr. Trebek!
Jonathan Silverman is a creep it’s impossible to root for in the godawful 1995 romantic comedy French Exit.