I hate horror movies. Why? Because I’m just not tough enough for them.
But, if you offer me an evening of the wonderfully excessive cinematic absurdity that the 1980s churned out, where:
A/ A gang of punks—led by a guy named Ripper—snort coke straight from a Coke can.
B/ A dubbed blonde Italian dude rides a motorcycle through a theater, slicing demons to bits with a samurai sword.
… and that I’d be watching all of this with a huge,…
Science fiction comes in many flavors. Sometimes, we need the hard kind—the films that speculate about technological advancements, interstellar travel, and quantum paradoxes. But just as often, we need the soft kind: the ones that turn their lens inward, interrogating science fictional societal structures.
Born in Flames is precisely that kind of film. Because how realistic is the premise of an all-women resistance army rising up against a failed socialist utopia? Perhaps not very. But that is hardly the point.…
Watching this film in January—a story set on the hottest day of the year—makes sense when you realize that the scorching heat is a metaphor. It symbolizes the simmering tensions and hatred that exist between people, a theme just as relevant today as it was when the film was first released.
This film challenges you to reflect on what it truly means to do the right thing. It exposes the stereotypes and hypocrisy that fuel hatred, showing how, in the…
