If I’m being honest, John Woo’s big move from making home grown, Hong Kong, action bangers to adjusting to a career blowing shit up in
If I’m being honest, John Woo’s big move from making home grown, Hong Kong, action bangers to adjusting to a career blowing shit up in
The scribblings of Phillip K. Dick has given the world – and by extension, cinema – some of the most fertile concepts you could ask
Steven Spielberg, for a good chunk of his career, was the blockbuster king. If a genre busting, box office exploding, cinematic phenomenon appeared during the
Hollywood’s history of 30 years later “legacy” sequels (give or take) hasn’t exactly been a badge of quality – long mooted returns like Independence Day:
The history of Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner is as almost notorious as the movie itself; an agonisingly uncomfortable shoot had virtually everyone at each other’s
The prominent sci-fi author Phillip K. Dick has been blessed with some of the greatest adaptations a writer could ever hope to nab. While inevitably
Regardless of how much we all complained, the immensely frustrating habit that the Millennium had of remaking 80’s action classics continued unabated with a glossy,