Books of Blood (2020)
Another example of why making movies out of Clive Barker’s stories can be a self-inflicting wound.
Another example of why making movies out of Clive Barker’s stories can be a self-inflicting wound.
This criminally-bent comedy is alright, but it’s also missing the edge that would have made it better.
Bless Tia Carrere. She provides enough unintentional comedy to save this episode of rock and roll terror.
Steven Spielberg has lost it completely.
Why do fun movies keep getting atrocious sequels? Is there some kind of sick cosmic rule about this?
Ugh, another old coot-younger woman movie. Still, this one is watchable enough… fun, even.