If anything, Scream for Help is most famous for making Tom Holland a director.

Holland, a hot commodity after writing Psycho 2, was apparently so aghast with director Michael Winner's take on his Scream for Help screenplay, that he decided to direct his next script hims...

Guest post by Kit Lively, a comedy writer and cartoonist who has been published by National Lampoon, MAD Magazine, Playboy, and many others. He is currently the Managing Editor at Weekly Humorist. 

You think you've got it rough? Man, you've got no idea. The kids in the...

Late into the humid summer night of August 21, 1955, eleven members of the Sutton farm family appeared at the Hopkinsville, KY sheriff’s office, visibly distraught. This clan of non-drinking, devout Southern Baptists carried with them an incredible tale: that they had...

Guest post by Phil Deglass, who pairs films with drinks of the alcoholic persuasion at his amazing blog Flixology101.

It was a warm spring Monday in 1985 when I heard about Pieces. I was outside at recess in a tiny courtyard area outside my middle school cafet...

Guest post by Beth Accomando. Check out Cinema Junkie, her awesome blog and podcast here! 

Day 5: Black Mama, White Mama (1973)

“Chicks in Chains... on the lam from a prison hell - manacled together by hate and the strange ideas a woman gets after 1000 nights without a m...

Guest post by Beth Accomando. Check out Cinema Junkie, her awesome blog and podcast here! 

Day 3: Friday Foster (1975)

“Her name is Friday but you can dig her any day of the week.”

Grier plays a photographer who snaps a pic of an attempted assassination and then the kille...

Guest post by Beth Accomando. Check out Cinema Junkie, her awesome blog and podcast here! 

"Wham! Bam! Here comes Pam!"

Damn I miss taglines like that. And it didn’t stop there. That was all they could fit on the poster for Friday Foster but the TV and radio ads embellis...

From the creators of Flipper comes the next chapter in helpful, legless mammal entertainment. 

A cult oddity forever only available on VHS and DVD bootlegs, Mr. No Legs has taunted exploitation fetishists for decades. I mean, c'mon, that poster and tagline ("Don't...

Blood Freak opens with director Brad Grinter, seated and smoking a cigarette. Glancing down every three to five seconds to read from the script, he speaks into the camera with that double-edged, apathetic sternness of a post-War dad:

"We live in a world subject to const...

(This article was originally published in REBELLER.)

From here on out, we will not be referring to the other two Sergios by name.

A fancy rhetorical flourish—hardly . A little bratty? Perhaps. But to succumb to the traditional (and lazy) film scholarship that traffics in...