When I first came to NY in 2000, I happened upon the after party for the premiere of Charlie’s Angels. I loitered about and caught the glimpse of the stars, even rubbing shoulders with Dan Aykroyd, as he brushed past me. However, there was one fella who stood out more than anyone and that was this guy who had a large radio on his chest, held around his neck with some cord. He had a game on and everyone was…

One of those films you can only evaluate once it’s brewed for a while: it’s a terrible film, but is it? Certainly, I’ll never forget watching it. Like others, I have no idea what I watched.

It’s a film with so much noise: from the nazi clothed mutant growling, to the cat meowing, to the horse neighing, to the woman screaming. And, repeat. And, again. Oh, how about ten more times just for the fun of it? 

Then, there are…