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Kung Fu Zombie—a film that boldly declares, “Why settle for just martial arts or zombies when you can have both, with an extra side of nonsense?” This 1981 Hong Kong horror-comedy is a fever-dream fusion of kung fu madness, supernatural shenanigans, and a plot so haphazard it feels like it was assembled on the spot … Read more

Ah, Cemetery Man—or Dellamorte Dellamore for those of us who like to feel cultured while discussing zombie flicks. This 1994 Italian horror-comedy, directed by Michele Soavi, is as bizarre as it is brilliant, a cinematic fever dream that feels like the unholy lovechild of George Romero and Federico Fellini. It’s not just a movie; it’s … Read more

Oh, Quintet. What can one say about a film so bleak, so cold, and so unintentionally absurd that it makes an ice cube look warm and inviting? Directed by the legendary Robert Altman, Quintet takes us into a frozen dystopian wasteland where the last remnants of humanity play a mysterious board game with stakes as … Read more

Ah, King of the Rocket Men, a film that rockets—quite literally—into the annals of serial cinema with all the finesse of a homemade firework. This 1949 gem from Republic Pictures delivers precisely what it promises: a man, a rocket, and a smattering of explosions, all tied together with a plot so thin it might as … Read more

Ah, Velvet Smooth—a film that serves as a delightful reminder that the Blaxploitation era could make even the most nonsensical plots feel like a revolution wrapped in polyester. This 1976 gem follows the titular Velvet Smooth, a private investigator with a name that sounds like it was dreamt up during a late-night brainstorming session at … Read more

If The Peace Killers were a cocktail, it would be one part biker exploitation, one part counterculture rebellion, and three parts raw, unfiltered chaos—shaken, not stirred, and served in a cracked mason jar. This 1971 cinematic joyride is a fever dream of leather-clad debauchery, with all the subtlety of a motorcycle revving at full throttle … Read more

Ah, Radar Men from the Moon, a title that promises so much and delivers… well, not quite what one might hope, unless one’s hopes involve watching grown men in tin-foil suits exchange awkward fisticuffs on suspiciously Earth-like lunar landscapes. This 1952 Republic serial is less a film and more a charming collection of cliffhangers, strung … Read more