Cult Cinema

Horror is a genre that lives and dies by its clichés. Time and time again, viewers are treated to archetypal characters in familiar settings suffering gruesome, yet ultimately forgettable fates. Occasionally however, a film comes along that takes these recognizable elements and twists them on their ear - exploiting our familiarity ...

He was born Russel Albion Meyer, but they called him King Leer.

"I loved this book! I started it and couldn't stop reading until it was done."

He was born Russel Albion Meyer, but they called him King Leer.

Given enough time, the occult inevitably finds its way into just about every genre of exploitation film. Chances are, however, that Lucifer would want little affiliation with Greydon Clark’s pom pom ladened enigma Satan’s Cheerleaders.

"Superchick: the super kind of woman. Always in the middle of where the action is, always ready for a new adventure. You can't afford to miss Superchick. She's much more than you ever had before."

Every so often a film comes along so shocking that society elects to conceal it from public view. Battle Royale is just such a film.

Murder can be fun?

Give me an "S." Give me an "E." Give me an "X."

The future of reality TV is kill or be killed.