I’m surprised that they don’t make more films about cooking. If anyone has ever watched Iron Chef then you would see how tense it is to produce five plates within an hour.

It seems like Argento fans have been waiting forever for him to complete his "Three Sisters" trilogy and many thought it would never happen. There was only three years between SUSPIRIA and INFERNO but it took another twenty-eight years before the trilogy would be completed by his latest film THE MOTHER OF TEARS.

Already known for his absurdist take on most film genres, Takashi Miike shatters all expectations once again with SUKIYAKI WESTERN DJANGO, his interpretation of the Spaghetti Western.

The films of director Alex de la Iglesia have always been regarded in a very special place for me. Iglesia’s films are constantly crammed to the hilt with unique style and humor that works on such a level that I’m amazed he hasn’t been making films in America for the past decade.

I have said it before and I will say it again. The only thing scarier than a madman is a madman in a burka. And the only thing scarier than a madman in a burka is a madman in a burka swinging a flail.

Demons and Samurai's are two of my favourite things. So when you put them both in a movie, you have my attention (and sometimes even my heart). And with a warning on the back of the DVD box that states "Contains Violence, Romance, Treachery, Violent Romance, Romantic Treachery and Treacherous Violence" who can ask for anything more.

The quote on the cover calls it "A cross between THE MATRIX and NIGHT WATCH..." Well, if hyperactive and impossible to follow are the two traits they are comparing it to, then I guess they got it right on the money.

Kyoichi Kagenum possesses a rare and extremely valuable gift: he is a dream analyzer that has the ability to repair the minds of those he meets. While his gift is in high demand, Kyoichi is bitter and resentful since his life seems to be comprised of fixing the shattered psyches of all those around him.

When a traveling salesman infiltrates the house of a group of misfits, he whips out a suitcase full of razorblades, promises to kill someone for each of them, and then proceeds to cut himself with a razor. Clocked in at about four minutes into the film, this is where Home Sick officially stops being coherent.

When a radical fundamentalist group of religious devotees begin ceremonially killing passengers on the subway, survivors take to the complex underground tunnels for salvation. Lead by Karen, a depressed nurse from a psychiatric hospital, a group of strangers try to escape the religious psychopaths who claim to be trying to save their souls.