The final chapter of the Malice series, Malice: Emergence has Alice (Brittany Martz) thinking that she’s about to escape her small town for college. But that creature that lives under her house won’t let her leave nor will a government operation that sneaks into town and captures her, fills her with truth serum and interrogates her to discover what exactly is going on.

Phillip J. Cook somehow made this for me because he must have reached into my brain and saw that I was looking for a film where a tough heroine battles the government — even wondering if she’s the next Ruby Ridge — to defend what amounts to be a mushroom god. Alice goes from “the girl who blows things up” to the girl that literally faces off with Apache helicopters and unleashes tentacles upon them while her friends open fire on the U.S. armed forces who have been coerced into overstepping their authority.

The end of this came with some sadness, as I felt like I grew with the characters across all three collected movies. Here’s hoping there’s more coming from the mind of Cook, who continually surprises me with each new adventure.

You can watch this on Tubi. You can watch the individual chapters here.

At one point in this movie, Linda Moulton Howe discusses how she was inside a crop circle and a space voice spoke to her and sounded like a tiger. This is why I watch the movies of Cybela Clare.

Cybela has brought together her experts again —  Linda, Robert Dean, Robert Morningstar, Nick Pope and Richard Dolan — to discuss how aliens and humans can speak via their minds and, yes, crop circles.

So yeah, some say things like “there is no scientific evidence for such explanations and all crop circles are consistent with human causation.” I personally don’t believe that they are a weather-based phenomena and the thought of human beings making them seems quite frankly boring. I certainly place even less stock in the story that Australian wallabies were running in circles after eating opium-laced poppies than I do in aliens.

I don’t want to know things, to be honest. Sure, I want to learn about them and study them, but I don’t want to know the exact answers to whether aliens exist or if crop circles are magnetism or if there are or aren’t bases on the moon. Will I listen to people discuss them? Obviously, yes. But as Lemmy once sang, “The chase is better than the catch.”

You can watch this on Tubi.

After the events of the first Malice, Alice (Brittany Martz) tries to live a normal life but is known in her school as “the girl who blows things up.” Now, she’s haunted by dark dreams of an epic medieval battle, Roman solders and the armored specter of her deceased father. You know, normal teen stuff.

But Alice is a teen. She speaks like one. Acts like one. And this film just feels so completely authentic to me, despite its fantasy setting.

After barely surviving the confrontation with the beast beneath her house — which cost her the life of her father (Mark Hyde), yet she was able to save her mother (Leanna Chamish, Deborah Merritt from the WNUF Halloween Special!) and sister Abbey (Nora Parker) — Alice is concerned that she’s really going mad instead of dealing with nightmares that promise that a great reckoning is due to come to her small town. And oh yeah, she has a stepfather, Jed Spry (Matt Gulbranson), and Catholic school to deal with.

I realize that this is a super low budget effort — like all of Phillip Cook’s movies — but it’s deserving of your time to watch it. How often do you get a movie that deals with fantasy, growing up, ecoterrorism, conspiracy and a tough and capable girl being in charge?

You can watch this on Tubi. You can also watch all of the original episodes here.

“The third planet is sure that they’re being watched
By an eye in the sky that can’t be stopped
When you get to the promised land
You’re gonna shake that eye’s hand”

This time, Cybela Clare has brought together a group of experts — Richard Dolan, Linda Moulton Howe, Robert Morningstar, Nick Pope and Debbie Ziegelmeyer — to explain how Antarctica came to b, how UFOs got there, the secrets of Mars, why the moon is like Antarctica, underwater bases and so much more.

Were Adam and Eve aliens? Are there pyramids under the ice? How does Elon Musk fit in?

I love all of Clare’s alien films because they just barrage you with facts and every once in a while, you stop wondering how and why people would believe such a thing and start believing it for yourself. You don’t need to pay for cable and watch Ancient Aliens to see this. Her movies are out there, changing and blowing minds. This movie reminds me of the days of the strange, unusual and conspiracy-minded before the fun of the unexplained went from Coast to Coast to MAGA and Q-Anon. Finally, weirdness I can just enjoy non-politically and just zone out and oh yeah, I totally believe that we’re all descended from gods from space. I have since Rod Serling told me about it in UFOs: Past, Present, and Future.

You can watch this on Tubi.

From 1968-1991, Pauline Kael reviewed movies for the New Yorker and made film criticism into an art form. As a result of her writing, people began to think more about the movies they saw, transforming entertainment into something that could become even more. She had her enemies and her fans, even today. Like Quentin Tarantino, who said, “Kael was so on the nose at times that she could sometimes change your mind about a film you may have thought was pretty good.”

Directed and written by Rob Garver, this takes the life and reviews of Kael and turns it into a movie worth watching. It’s told mainly in her own words — spoken by Sarah Jessica Parker — which are taken from interviews, private letters and published writing.

Kael had one standard. Movies shouldn’t bore her. I’d like to think that she’d enjoy the movie that came out of her life. It seems incredibly meta for me to attempt to review this, but it made me think of the way that I look at films.

The MVD DVD of this movie has extras that include interviews with Quentin Tarantino and Paul Schrader, deleted scenes and a never before released interview of Alfred Hitchcock by Pauline Kael. You can get it from MVD.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Cinematic Void will be playing a 35mm print of this movie on Friday, Jan. 27 at 7:30 PM at The Little Theatre in Rochester, NY. For more information, visit Cinematic Void or purchase tickets here. 

Knife + Heart is a true anomaly when it comes to giallo. It’s from France, a country more given to the fantastique film than the giallo — though there are movies like The Night Caller, Without Apparent Motive and The Night Under the Throat. And its victims aren’t gorgeous women, but the actors of the gay porn industry, changing the psychosexual dynamics of the form.

Instead of featuring the sounds of a band like Goblin or a score by the likes of Morricone or Orlandi, Knife + Heart has music by Anthony Gonzalez of M83 who is director Yann Gonzalez’s brother.

A young man is killed by a masked man whose very sex conceals his murder weapon to open the film. Then, we meet Anne (Vanessa Paradis), an adult film director who has recently been abandoned by her girlfriend and editor Lois. The man killed in the opening was the star of several of her films; now she must find an actor to take his place. That leads her to Nans, who despite identifying as a straight man agrees to be in her movie.

The new film — Homocidal — will be her version of the murders, which continue targeting members of her cast. The police either can’t — or won’t — help. But the movie gets finished and as the group celebrates its completion with a picnic, the killer strikes again, just as Anne pretty much assaults Lois in an attempt to get her back.

The true killer is a man whose father caught him making love to another man. He killed his lover and castrated his son, who was also burned in a fire before being brought back from the dead by a blind crow — the fact that this movie isn’t called Call of the Blind Crow speaks to its non-Italian origins — and seeing one of Anne’s movies brought his memories back.

This being a giallo, there’s also a bird expert with a disfigured hand that looks like he has, quite literally, chicken fingers. Plus, the entire end of the movie is explained via voiceover. The fact that so much of this movie is given to style over substance means that it lives up to the movies that inspired it.

While the murders are in your face, the sex is nearly hidden from view. And Anne is an intriguing protagonist — drunken and bitter instead of the normal virginal giallo and slasher ingenues that save the day. She instead brings the killer closer with each scene that she directs.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.C. Nicholas, who has a sketchy background and hails from parts unknown in Western Pennsylvania, was once a drive-in theater projectionist and disk jockey, Currently, in addition to being a writer, editor, podcaster, and voice-over artist, he contributes to Drive-In Asylum. His first article, “Grindhouse Memories Across the U.S.A.,” was published in issue #23. He’s also written “I Was a Teenage Drive-in Projectionist” and “Emanuelle in Disney World and Other Weird Tales of a Trash Film Lover” for upcoming issues.

Unlike the Louis Armstrong song featured in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, “We Have All the Time in the World,” I’ve been thinking about how little time we really have in this life. I’ve been around long enough to have lived in a generation with no cable TV, pay TV, VHS, DVDs, or streaming, where we watched genre films in grindhouses, at midnight screenings, and on broadcast TV shows such as The CBS Late Movie and Pittsburgh’s Chiller Theater. Few of those films featured senior citizens, and if they did, the older timer was usually a psycho-lunatic, like Neville Brand in Eatea Alive. Today, however, things have turned, and it’s in vogue to feature senior citizens in genre films—and to show them having sex. See X from director Ti West, for example.

Until the film I’m about to review here, the best exploitation film featuring the elderly—and how shabbily society treats them—was Bubba Ho-Tep, Don Coscarelli’s imaginative, funny, and ultimately sad, meditation on what it’s like to grow old. (George Romero’s elder-abuse public service film, The Amusement Park, was years away from rediscovery.) I think though, The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot, equals, if not betters, Coscarelli’s cult gem, which had Elvis and JFK, at the end of their lives, fighting a reanimated mummy.

Reading the title of writer/co-producer/director Robert D. Krzykowski’s film, going in, I didn’t know what to expect. You have “killed,” “Hitler,” and “Bigfoot.” Gotta be trashy exploitation, right? But it’s The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot, with the pretentious-sounding definite article “the” before Bigfoot, raising a parallel to Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ. Is it a hybrid high- and low-brow film? I’m happy to report that it is—and strides both the arthouse and grindhouse perfectly.

America’s wonderfully grizzled character actor Sam Elliott, with a look and voice for the ages, in a performance for the ages, is Calvin Barr, a World War II veteran who lives by himself in a small town. He has his dog and a mysterious trunk under his bed. He leads a simple, reclusive life. About the only person he regularly talks to is his brother, Ed, the town barber, in a nice performance by comedian Larry Miller. Calvin’s life is winding down until the day two government agents, one from the U.S.A, played by Ron Livingston (credited as “Flag Pin”) the other, a Canadian, played by Rizwan Manji (billed as “Maple Leaf”), knock on his door. They know about Calvin’s hidden past. During the war, he had killed Adolph Hitler during a secret mission, a mission which is classified, so no one will ever know that Calvin is a hero.

Flag Pin and Maple Leaf implore Calvin to go on another dangerous mission. You see, Bigfoot in the Canadian Pacific Northwest is sick with a virus that could potentially wipe out mankind. (Man, this movie was sure prescient about the pandemic! Calvin’s immune to the disease (don’t ask for the particulars, just go with the flow), so they want him to kill the Bigfoot and save the world.

And, thus, we get to the heart of this beautiful film. What is your legacy? Are you a hero if no one ever knows of your heroic actions? What is the price of being a hero? (You can guess that there’s a sad flashback about a lost wartime love.) And finally, can you find meaningful closure to your life while up against the Grim Reaper? The film asks you to ponder these questions, and by the end, you’ll be thinking about them for a long time. I know I have.

But lest you think the film is what Joe Bob Briggs would describe as a “lobster,” a pretentious arthouse film, let me assure you it delivers with some highly entertaining, gory exploitation action featuring the horribly diseased Bigfoot. As I said, it straddles that line between art and exploitation perfectly.

I loved The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot. It’s a film that’s so conceptually weird that it couldn’t possibly be good. But it is, just like Bubba Ho-Tep. As an aside, you’ll note that brilliant indie writer/director John Sayles and legendary special effects artist Douglas Trumbull are credited as executive producers, with Trumbull doing the special effects. They obviously had faith in Robert D. Krzykowski’s vision, and when you see the film, you will too. I hope he creates more oddball gems in the future. His first feature is amazing, a cult film waiting to be discovered.

EDITOR’S NOTE: This was originally on the site on December 23, 2019.

During the day Paola is an ordinary primary school teacher, but at night, she turns into…The Christmas Witch, a magical creature who brings gifts to the good kids.

That said, what is a Christmas Witch? Well, she doesn’t even come on Christmas! In Italian folklore, Befana is an old woman who delivers gifts throughout Italy on Little Christmas, which is called Epiphany Eve (the night of January 5), the night before the Catholic Church celebrates the manifestation of the divinity.

Some suggest that Befana is descended from the Sabine/Roman goddess named Strenia. Regardless, each year, she visits all the children of Italy to fill their socks with candy and presents if they are good, or a lump of coal,  dark candy or a stick (if they live in Sicily) if they are bad. She also will sweep the house, which is symbolic of sweeping away the problems of last year.

So wait…why are we covering this on our site? Stay tuned after the trailer.

So why did we watch it?

The director is Michele Soavi.

You read that right. The same man who made Cemetery Man, Stagefright, La Secta and The Church.

This is his first theatrical film since 2008’s Blood of the Losers.

Yes, let that sink in. The dude in the metal mask from Demons made a Christmas movie for kids.

Don’t worry — it’s pretty crazy, even if his visual style is a bit muted here.

The plot concerns Paola being kidnapped by Mr. Johnny, a cruel toymaker who got his childhood ruined by the Witch and is now seeking revenge. Six brave kids all learn the teacher’s secret and work together to save Christmas from commercialism.

So yeah. Merry Christmas early, everyone. You may have wanted something filled with gore and all manner of insanity like a rabbit that learns how to use a TV remote, but hey, you can’t pick what’s under your tree. Just enjoy this one, which you can find for free on Tubi and Amazon Prime.

EDITOR’S NOTE: The Cauldron release of this film comes with a CD soundtrack with music by Luciano Onetti, behind the scenes footage and a trailer. You can get it from MVD.

Thirty years after his father The Great Dante was killed during a magic trick gone wrong, Lorenzo is now being accused of a series of murders that all have magical themes as he struggles to present the biggest show of his career.

This is the third film in the Onetti Brothers’ Giallo Trilogy, following Francesca and Sonno Profundo. For all the reviewers that bring up their Argento style, the true maniacs, the ones who put on their gloves while watching a giallo, the people like, well, me and you — we realize that their influences go beyond the touchstones every critic uses. For all of those that love Martino as much as Argento, good news. This feels like one of his films that was lost in time.

I caught the YouTube premiere of the film, which is missing most of the gore and nudity, which would be the selling point for many a fan of these films. But for the other parts of the form, such as the soundtrack, the plot that goes everywhere and nowhere at the same time, even the look of the color and film, this is a true piece of giallo in a time when I wondered if all the gold has truly been mined.

That said, you can look forward to people decrying its dubbing, acting and plot. Those people have never seen anything beyond Suspiria and have declared themselves experts. Screw it. I hope these Argentinian madmen keep making movies. I’ll pour them a whole bottle of J&B if I ever get the chance to meet them.

PS: I realize that the example I picked isn’t even a giallo. Those of you that have read copy and pasted reviews of movies that reference this genre will, I hope, get the joke.