Charles Bramesco

Journey through the history of the best adult movies ever made.

Chris Elliott’s cinematic masterpiece was released 25 years ago today.

Home with your family this Thanksgiving? Here’s the best stuff to watch on Netflix.

Sarah Connor is coming back for the sixth ‘Terminator’ film, but don’t think too hard about the temporal paradoxes this will produce.

After the fourth installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean saga debuted to a critical shellacking, many believed the film would be a franchise-killer for the swashbruckling adventure series. (“Swashbruckling” is an industry term for Jerry Bruckheimer-produced films that include swordplay.) But because On Stranger Tides also raked in a cool billion dollars worldwide, yet another sequel was inevitable. Between the dire notices for the most recent film, the six-year gap between entries, Johnny Depp’s declining public profile, and the motivator of a financial imperative, fans braced to greet No. 5, Dead Men Tell No Tales, as more studio-mandated pap. What this article presupposes is... it might not be?

The suit makes the man, and that’s seldom more true than for the superhero set. Batman would be another joe-schmo billionaire industrialist without the arsenal of weaponry built into his armor, Iron Man would literally die without his hardware, and now we can add Peter Parker to the list of superheroes whose own clothes act as unofficial sidekick. In the latest trailer for upcoming threeboot Spider-Man: Homecoming, we get a glimpse of some nifty new modifications (courtesy of Stark Industries) to Spidey’s trademark red-and-blue spandex. A new generation’s Spider-Man needs some modern upgrades, and the latest iteration of the suit includes a detachable mini-drone and what I can only describe as “skintight suction technology.”

For the past few Januarys, the good folks at the Alamo Drafthouse in Austin have thrown a celebration of cinema’s greatest living actor called C4GED, in which they screen a surprise selection of five films starring Academy Award-winner Nicolas Cage back to back. Whether you fall into the so-bad-he’s-good camp or rightly recognize the Cage as a genuinely masterful and widely misunderstood thespian, it’s a roaring good time for all, with an open invitation extended to Cage so that he may come and receive happy birthday wishes. (The festival was specifically scheduled to fall in Cage’s birth month.) He’s never taken them up on the offer before, but this year was a little special.

The strict dictionary definition of the word ‘new’ is as follows: “not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time.” So in the most literal sense, the trailer for The Belko Experiment that the film’s screenwriter James Gunn posted on his Facebook page last night is indeed new. It includes about fifteen seconds of fresh footage, in which Gunn’s brother Sean (so lovingly referred to as “Marty Espenscheid AKA Kraglin from Guardians AKA Kirk from Gilmore Girls AKA my idiot brother Sean” in the post) sneaks onto the roof of his office building with a couple coworkers for a quick all-natural smoke break. “Did you happen to read what you signed when you started working at this place?” he warns.

Musician Steven Ellison first came to prominence under the moniker Flying Lotus, anointed as the toast of the hip-kid music blogs for his mind-expanding fusion of glitchy electronica and free jazz. He assumed the alias of Captain Murphy in 2012, pivoting from composing into rapping with the instant cult smash mixtape Du∆lity, a dense stew of stoner wordplay and snippets of audio from forgotten B-movies. His encyclopedic knowledge of bizarro cinema has evidently informed his newest career move — the poster for Ellison’s debut feature film Kuso simply reads “A film by Steve,” but the polymath’s latest project looks like anything but a return to basics. It’ll debut at the Sundance Film Festival in the days to come, and with a brief trailer now running online at Deadline, us folks at home can get a taste of the acid tab Ellison’s about to drop on Park City.

2016 has already been a bastard of a year: beloved public figures died, Nazis became a thing again, America began its slow skid into fascism, and Bones got cancelled. When do the hits stop coming? Is there no respite from the barrage of tragedies that this monstrous year has heaped upon us? No, no there is not. Because throughout the seemingly unending cluster-F-word of 2016, one light on the horizon has held us up, both as a nation and as a human species. From indignity to indignity, we’ve always been able to pin our hopes on the glorious day of May 19, 2017 — known to you and I, of course, as the release date for the Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson-led reboot of beloved ‘90s lifeguard soap opera Baywatch. But even after this year’s parade of tragedies, [Don LaFontaine voice] there is one tragedy more.

How much more sued could French movie studios Vivendi and StudioCanal be? The answer is none. None more sued.

Much like the extraterrestrial monster of John McTiernan’s 1987 film, a new poster in promotion of the long-rumored, finally-arriving Predator reboot have now materialized on the Internet, taking fans by absolute surprise in a way that only the Predator can. Hearsay and scuttlebutt has encouraged murmurs of a planned sequel/revitalization of the franchise last seen in 2010 with the Adrien Brody-starring Predators, and now at long last, the faithful can take heart in a bright, bloody future. We don’t know how or when, but the Predator is coming.