Tag: Martin Landau

Without Warning (1980) – Review

It’s truly facinating how echoes of film concepts can drift through the ether and pop up again in a completely different form that still carry

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Ed Wood (1994) – Review

As I’ve stated elsewhere, biopics aren’t exactly my bag. For a start, they tend to be overly glossy, puff pieces that often struggle to to

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North By Northwest (1959) – Review

After crafting a filmography full of malicious mistaken identities and craven conspiracies, how does someone like Alfred Hitchcock let his hair down after decades of

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