Faraway signals from way-out cinema
After three corpses are discovered with fang marks in the city of Los Angeles, a private investigator and mysterious visitor team up to catch the killer, while also attending several energetic rock club performances by California punk band, Agent Orange.
Somewhere between a kitchen-sink horror oddity, a stop-animation demo reel, and an unofficial tourism video for western Massachusetts, you’ll find WINTERBEAST.
This stylish action-horror hybrid from star Mario Van Peebles and British film director Anthony Hickox wobbles at times but still packs plenty of bark and bite.
Tina Krause’s experimental, shot-on-video DIY horror film reminds us that being a woman alone at a bar can be the stuff of absolute nightmares.
Vigilante justice, prison violence, pinky rings, cocaine, and catalog modeling collide in this explosive 1990s gem from stuntman-turned-director John Stewart.
This is a film about youthful indiscretions, underground kickboxing, and how to have a deadly sword fight in a funeral parlor during a lightly attended memorial service.
A mysterious killer with metal fingers has been killing off martial artists. The investigating detective is stumped.
The smoke and sparks fly in Albert Pyun’s post-apocalyptic, quasi-vampire cyborg film made in Moab, Utah.
Armed with a stacked cast of genre movie veterans, a badass lead performer, and an entire warehouse full of cardboard boxes, BALLISTIC is the stuff that b-movie dreams are made of.
Years before the big-budget proselytizing of controversial figures like Mel Gibson or Jim Caviezel hit the screen, an Atlanta-area filmmaker melded moral messaging with the low-budget action ethos of companies like City Lights and PM Entertainment.
A film where underground kickboxing, blindness, bar fighting, vomiting at the morgue, and a fuzzy guitar soundtrack collide.
Kickboxing. Drugs. Radio DJs. Vigilante violence. Virginia exteriors. These are the core elements in the cinematic playbook of PSYCHO KICKBOXER.
When his brother overdoses on a new designer drug called “nirvana,” a fresh MBA graduate must choose between the stable pursuits of marriage and a burgeoning family business, or traveling to Hong Kong to learn kung fu and fight drug dealers.
The rare b-grade action film that delivers what its title promises and its box art fails to convey: actual blood on actual hands!
This is an action film featuring the sort of hero who strains spaghetti on his kitchen countertop instead of doing it in the sink, and gets hit by two speeding cars in a row before bounding off into the woods like a fucking deer.
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