Tag: urban horror
If I didn't know any better, I'd guess that the goal of Vampz is to see how long it can feature sultry, lingerie-clad vampiresses having sex without showing them naked. What's the deal? I mean, really, how much would it take to get a Playmate like Serria Tawan to...
How can you tell if a horror film is "urban"? Misspelling! If they use "z" instead of "s" or "y" instead of "i" or "da" instead of "the," your oddz R da bomb yo! The description of this shot-on-film Z-grade flick says that Jakeem (Richard Carroll, Jr.) is framed...
When I was in college, I remember seeing an early screening of Vampire in Brooklyn featuring a Q&A session with director Wes Craven. To this day I regret not asking, "Why shouldn't I bludgeon you?" His answer, I imagine, would've been something along the lines of "Just because you...
Wow, I didn't think they made movies like this anymore...and I wish I was right. Urban Nightmare is a heinous throwback to '80s cop movies in which all minorities are ridiculously stereotyped criminals, and it's up the hard-boiled white cop to mop up the streets with 'em. In this...
Generally speaking, urban horror is hit or miss...without the hits. Urban Menace is certainly no hit, but it's (slightly) above average for the genre, thanks in part to the direction of direct-to-video action guru Albert Pyun. Pyun covers up the budgetary constraints of this movie by shooting with some...
Urban Evil is a sneaky re-packaging of three Full Moon titles -- The Horrible Dr. Bones, Ragdoll and The Vault -- presented as a Tales From the Crypt-like anthology, without so much as a character to introduce and tie them together. It's a testament to how thin these movies are...
Of all the all-black horror movies to receive a theatrical release since the Blaxploitation era (let's say, four), Tales from the Hood is probably the best. Smarter than Bones, with a grander scale than Def by Temptation, and well, it's not Vampire in Brooklyn, TFTH follows the standard Tales from the Crypt...
This urban horror anthology doesn't open very promisingly, with characters with names like J-Dog delivering lines like, "Nigga, I know that you did not just call my bitch a bitch!" Luckily, the "tales" themselves aren't quite so stereotypically chicken-headed. Unluckily, they're still not all that good. The stories come...
WARNING: This film may cause disorientation, seizures, and uncontrollable eye-rolling. While I give props to Wendell Hubbard, the director of Recoil, for experimenting with the camera, after 200 ridiculous close-ups, shaky cameras, over-the-shoulder and beneath-the-crotch angles, and so-in-the-dark-you-can't-make-out-anything shots, it's too much to deal with. On top of that,...
Resident nerd Michael (Jamal Grimes) is beaten up for flirting with resident thug Lorenzo's (William L. Johnson) girl Jada (Vera Yell), then runs home to do what anyone in that situation would do: invoke a demonic clown. Is there any good reason why he knows how to do this?...
