Reviving it in a venue so steeped in sex, spectacle, and decadence feels less like a bold idea than an obvious one. Produced by the Roundabout Theatre Company and directed by Sam Pinkleton, this revival leans fully into the material's identity as an event.
Upon going solo after White Zombie's breakup in the late '90s, the one-time noise-rock underdog became metal's demonoid phenom with 1998's Hellbilly Deluxe, a monster mosh of horror-themed industrial-metal that spawned the generational vampiric speedway anthem, "Dragula," along with several other Halloween playlist essentials.
Dead Lover's heroine is odorous by trade, a lovelorn gravedigger of indeterminate age and origin. Glowicki's accent, roaming between Canada, Canvey Island and Canberra, becomes part of the fun—she's driven to extremes after her verse-spouting poet sweetheart perishes in a shipwreck. Part-Burke and Hare, part-Victor Frankenstein, she salvages what she can of the corpse.
Netflix and Universal were very kind to let me go direct Scream VII and put some projects on hold. Now I'm focused on those. The first is a TV show based in the Universal monster land. It won't skimp on Williamson's penchant for melodrama, either: he compared the project to an adult Vampire Diaries, which we've not really gotten from him before.
Remaking Robert Hamer's 1949 British classic Kind Hearts and Coronets—the greatest Ealing Studios comedy and, in my own fevered opinion, the greatest film of all time—needs the chutzpah of Cecilia Gimenez, the amateur Spanish artist who restored a painting of Christ and left him looking like a gibbon.
Who needs all those notes? I got tired of that. Really, really tired of that. And I'm like, man, if you're in the arts, you should do everything you can to protect your art. So Campbell knew he wanted to make a movie, and he knew he didn't want to go through the big Hollywood machine.
I'm talking about Iron Lung, a self-financed film by a beloved YouTuber named Mark Fischbach, who goes by the handle Markiplier, and who has more than 38 million followers to his name. The movie, an adaptation of an indie horror video game, had a budget of approximately $3 million-an amount that Iron Lung has already earned back seven times over, with a box office of $21.7 million worldwide.
This isn't your average pandemic thriller; here, the infected meld with inorganic material in their surroundings, until their outward contours and their personhood are gone. Thibault Emin's film starts with a little whiff of Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro's Delicatessen. After their one-night stand, hypochondriac Anx (Matthieu Sampeur) and impertinent Cass (Edith Proust) find themselves bunkered up in one corner of a madcap apartment block.
Until recently, "liminal spaces" were only known to architects. But on the Internet, storytellers and amateur filmmakers have morphed these ubiquitous places you pass by on errand runs into caverns of cosmic terror. Now, a new A24 film from 20-year-old filmmaker Kane Parsons is set to kick off the summer and christen it the season of liminal horror.