Filmrecensies van Evan Popplestone

Isn’t Argento’s finest work by any means but it’s entertaining enough to redeem the slightly dull Romero contribution.

The film features a solid story, one of those great semi-sympathetic tragically grotesque villains, a darkly foreboding atmosphere, a dash of sadism and some well-orchestrated scares.

Shots are generally very well-composed, making some great use of chiaroscuro lighting and a split diopter lens. Joan Marshall’s stilted performance as the central psycho ends up being more irritating than slyly menacing.

While it’s a not great film by any means, it has its charms as a quirky time-killer.

There’s some fun to be had here despite the fact that the full experience has been inherently curtailed when viewed at home nearly sixty years’ later.

A truly singular cinematic experience which is better described than dissected. It’s trippy, colourful, disturbing, gory, referential and hilarious… but also weirdly poignant and transcendent.

Despite its slightly silly-looking demon, Night of the Demon is an effective and highly entertaining old-fashioned bone-chiller.

A solidly respectable one with several outstanding moments of pure cinema.

Although slightly overlong, it’s a film whose emotional imprint will stay with you for a long time after the end credits have rolled.

There’s plenty of enjoyment to be gleaned from this zippy, unpretentious 1980s horror-comedy.

Could have been great had the filmmakers and studio not fumbled the ball on a few occasions.

A fine, intelligent chiller which provides a strong case for George Romero being remembered for more than just shuffling, intestine-munching corpses.

An absolute must for those who think they can stomach it.

All in all, it’s a satisfying real-life tale on how a bad movie cloud can, in time, generate its own silver lining.

While it’s far worse than the original Troll, it’s immeasurably more enjoyable and certainly moves along at a lively pace.

A pretty bad movie. It’s not so-bad-it’s-good either; it’s just kind of meh bad, albeit just about tolerable to sit through thanks to its game cast.

A lively enough piece of delirious Italian nastiness.

This is a decent enough presentation of what is arguably Jackie Chan’s strangest film.

While it occasionally rambles, Salvador is a truly harrowing and all-too-realistic depiction of war with a side order of moral redemption.

Quite frankly, the most disappointing film which I’ve seen so far this year.

Even the otherwise grating Franz Liebkind character has his moment in the spotlight. It’s a pity that getting to this part of the film is a bit of a slog.

While Stanton’s the star here, the supporting cast also contribute their share of memorable moments to the film.

This Italian genre oddity won’t appeal to everyone. However, it’s undeniable that we get yet another superb-looking print from Arrow...

A stone cold 1980s classic.