When you pair up the names Charles Bronson and Michael Winner, your brain should instantly drift towards conflicting memories – not unlike an unsettling ‘Nam
When you pair up the names Charles Bronson and Michael Winner, your brain should instantly drift towards conflicting memories – not unlike an unsettling ‘Nam
There always seems to be that telling moment in any long running franchise where it morphs into something so far removed from its original concept,
There’s not many genres I have trouble stomaching. Slashers? No problem. Italian cannibal movies? Sure, why not? Torture porn? A cakewalk. However, if there’s something
It’s strange how the progression of a franchise can colour your perception of the original movie. Take Michael Winner’s Death Wish for example; a 1970s