A punk music icon attempts to direct a horror anthology with, er, horrifying results.
I thought I’d be getting an urban fantasy thing. I got smutty X-Men fanfiction instead.
Malcolm in the Middle has unprotected sex with some strange woman, and gets a hideous rash from hell.
The final episode of this series only proves one thing: leave Philip K Dick’s works alone, damn it!
Now here’s an example of how to make vampires devoid of any interesting trait or personality.