LAST CALL Film School | Black and White
What filmmakers do in the shadows
Ben Nagy reviews ‘Nightmare Man’: Here’s What Happens When Fertility Masks Go Bad
Writer-director Rolfe Kanefsky mashes together conceits from classic Tales From the Crypt episodes, slasher movies and possession flicks, and the result is Nightmare Man, the film that answers the question: What could it hurt if you mail away for a creepy mask that is intended to help couples in getting pregnant, but it ends up unleashing a rape demon even though the rape demon might actually end up all being in the wife’s mind?
LAST CALL Film School | Intermission
Let’s all head to the lobby and grab ourselves a Lone Star
Ben Nagy reviews ‘VelociPastor’: Priest Uses Dino-Powers to Chomp Crime, Pierce Pimp & Gnaw Ninjas
In a filmic landscape that has spawned Toxic Avengers, Sharknados and multiple attacks by killer tomatoes, among others, it’s a tough order to come up with a concept that’s intentionally campy yet unique enough that it can potentially accumulate its own cult. So writer-director Brendan Steere did his best to find the sweet spot with VelociPastor, featuring a priest named Doug Jones (Gregory James Cohan), who gains the power to morph into a dinosaur to mete out holy and bloody vengeance.
Ben Nagy reviews ‘Terrortory’: Who knew that west-central Maryland was so spooky?
Terrortory is a five-story anthology horror flick by Kangaskahn Films that establishes a creepy bit of folklore in the west-central region of Maryland.
LAST CALL Film School | Score
They shoot, they score, Mutants win
Ben Nagy reviews ‘Kill or Be Killed’: What’s offing these outlaws?
Texas filmmakers Duane Graves and Justin Meeks deserve about 12 bags of loot stolen from a train’s worth of credit in making their nasty Western outlaw flick Kill or Be Killed.
LAST CALL Film School | The Close-Up
We’re ready for our close-up, Mr. Briggs
Ben Nagy reviews ‘Doom Room’: Don’t let the rhyming title fool you, this is serious stuff
Doom Room, despite the rhyming title and the appearance of being a Saw or Hostel-type torture fest, has higher things in mind and an existential mystery at its core. Plus the three B’s.
LAST CALL Film School | POV
This week, it’s the shot that launched a thousand drive-in flicks. Not countin them private boudoir films you got hidin in your closet.