Necronomicon (1993)
A slimy, tentacle-filled anthology of body horror and bad decisions.

A slimy, tentacle-filled anthology of body horror and bad decisions.

All about the hell mobile with blood, sweat, and Bob Morley.

A critique of low-budget lunacy, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the jade zombies.

A whale of a tale or just a big fish story?

Cliffhangers, drama, and… Edward Cullen’s great-great-granddad?

A sssslithering mess of snakes, stars, and silliness.

A rehashed script, neon-lit chaos, and recycled gore—this is déjà vu in a high-rise.

For those seeking the true Celtic mysticism of Enya’s work, stick with the originals.

The monster barely shows itself, but Miguel Ferrer steals the whole show.

A wild, gory mess with insane action, top-notch effects, and zero logic.
