In Remembrance of Newspaper Strips: Star Hawks

The Force was with this strip, at least for a little while. Soon after fan favorite comic artist Gil Kane and writer Ron Goulart completed their requested proposal for this science fiction continuity strip, the editorial staff came to their senses and backburnered it—until Star Wars released. Suddenly, the syndicate bosses were demanding science fiction, so they dusted it off and put it into production. The resulting strip should have helped return the genre to its former newspaper prominence. Unfortunately, it didn’t, but Kane and Goulart’s Star Hawks was a terrific strip, which we remember today, on the date of its demise (5/2/1981).

There is no denying the bold style of Kane’s art really jumps off the page, thanks to Star Hawks’ unique two-panel format. Unfortunately, that was one of the strip’s greatest drawbacks, because subscribing papers had to give it the space previously allotted to two of its rivals. At the time, when newspapers were relatively healthy, strips were seen as cutthroat competitors. Yet, in retrospect, strips depended on each other to build critical mass. They needed an entire section to be a reader destination. You might flip over to read Peanuts, but while you were there, you’d also check out Garfield and Dick Tracy. That is an advantage that is hard to replicate for webcomics.

Regardless, Kane made the most of the opportunity artistically. Similarly, Goulart never attempted to clone Star Wars (which the syndicate might have preferred). Their strip follows the rollicking adventures of two space cops (somewhat affectionately referred to as “Star Hawks”). Rex Jaxxon is a brooder, because he carries a torch for his boss, tough but sexy Chief Agent Alice K. Benyon. His partner, Sanchez (no first name) thinks he is Heaven’s gift to ladies, which often leads to bar brawls and hasty retreats.

The early story arcs consist of largely self-contained cases. However, once Jaxxon and Benyon become an item, each successive storyline retains connective throughlines. Eventually, the narrative builds to galactic treason and a full-scale alien invasion that produces shockingly tragic results (especially for the medium). Honestly, if you finish the entire run, you will feel like you read a satisfying space opera epic.

It is also features a rambunctious sense of humor. After reading a few weeks, you might inadvertently pick up Sanchez’s exclamations: “Hoy!” and “Zam!” Frankly, only the dreariest of killjoys would deem his roguishness “problematic,” but it definitely gets him into comedic trouble.

Plus, Sniffer, the sarcastic robot dog, earns consistently big laughs by ripping Jaxxon and Sanchez up one side and down another. Weirdly, Sniffer bears a vague resemblance to K9 on Doctor Who, but it should be noted the Doctor’s companion made his first appearance on the show only two days before the strip’s premiere, so he could not have served as a model. Kane’s character design is also more detailed and more doglike.

A Poem for Little People, on OVID.tv

Not every Ukrainian who serves their country wears a uniform. However, the volunteer evacuation teams still very definitely risk their lives. They travel into neighborhoods under bombardment to rescue the elderly and infirm—and their pets too. Filmmaker Ivan Sautkin was one of them. He made this documentary while desperately shuttling his most vulnerable countrymen to relative safety. American paramedic Pete Reed was also part of the team, but he didn’t live to see Sautkin’s film, A Poem for Little People, which is now streaming on OVID.tv.

This is a terrible title, but it comes from a terrific scene, focusing on the elderly Taisia as she reads the blistering poem she wrote (in Russian) for the Russian soldiers committing Putin’s war crimes. She allows them no illusions regarding their illegal dirty business in Ukraine.

Taisia probably isn’t going anywhere because her downstairs crony Zinaida is definitely staying put. She watches the motorway outside her window, calling in every Russian vehicle that passes to the Ukrainian defense force. They are the exceptions to the rule. In most cases, Anton, the team leader, uses grimly accurate language to convince the elderly to leave their homes.

Regardless of the title, Sautkin’s film puts a human face on Putin’s war crimes, over and over and over again. Frankly, the suffering and destruction it documents ought to be more shocking, yet such images have been disseminated quite widely—but people of bad faith keep ignoring them.

First Look ’26: I Fell in Love with a Z-Grade Director in Brooklyn

“Crummy Films” makes Troma look like Merchant-Ivory. It is about the only “studio” that would ever let a weirdo like Jack direct. Naturally, it is in Brooklyn. Legit Japanese movie star Shina Mizuhara is in for a serious case of culture shock when she finds herself stranded in one of the borough’s grungier neighborhoods. “Fortunately” for her, Jack needs an actress and he is in no position to nitpick minor details like English fluency. He doesn’t even know she can act, but, somehow, they click together creatively and perhaps in other ways too in director-screenwriter Kenichi Ugana’s I Fell in Love with a Z-Grade Director in Brooklyn, which screens today as part of MoMI’s First Look 2026.

Mizuhara worked hard to build her stardom, but burnout and entitlement made her toxic on the PR circuit and generally unpleasant to be around. She decided to take a break in New York with her boyfriend Ren, but her churlish behavior finally pushed him to break up with her. She took it badly. Awkwardly, he was still carrying her phone and wallet when she stormed off in a huff.

Fatefully, Mizuhara wandered into Jack’s dive bar. She needs a place to crash and he needs a replacement actress fast or his first film will get canceled before it even starts, so he extorts her to play the lead. Admittedly, it is a jerkweed thing to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Of course, Mizuhara has never worked on such a cheap, disreputable run-and-gun movie shoot before, but finds she enjoys the freedom. There also seems to be something percolating between her and Jack, but being an annoying Brooklyn wannabe hipster, he is fully capable of sabotaging it.

Clearly, Ugana conceived the film for the kind of cult movie fans who will be delighted to see Larry Fessenden playing Crummy Movies boss Rusty Festerson. It is not a tribute spoof in the tradition of One Cut of the Dead or Matinee, but it definitely wears its love for schlocky genre movies on its sleeve.

It is also a rather endearing rom-com for people who don’t ordinarily watch rom-coms, even though there is a great charm imbalance between the winning Ui Muhara and the relentlessly annoying Estevan Munoz, as Shina and Jack, respectively. Muhara portrays Mizuhara’s maturation and growth with sensitivity and credibility, whereas Jack’s motormouth mania induces more cringe than laughter.

Initials S.G., on OVID.tv

Sergio Garces always believed his fate was intertwined with that of Argentina’s national football team. If you have seen The Two Popes, you know how the 2014 World Cup turns out. True to form, his life takes a dark turn around the time of the final game. Garces blames fate, but frankly he has it coming in director-screenwriters Rania Attieh & Daniel A. Garcia’s Initials S.G., which premieres today on OVID.tv.

Gacres once aspired to be the Argentine Serge Gainsbourg, but he just became a nasty creep. Initials clearly do not make the man. His only real success came in dirty movies, but he keeps plugging away as an extra in legit films. This year, he fleetingly appears in over two dozen titles screening at a local film festival.

Through the fest, Garces meets Jane, an American scouting films for a distributor. He is the wrong man in every conceivable way, which is why she is so interested. Yet, he still does his best to push her away with his boorish behavior. Nevertheless, Garces will need her help when the third act takes a sudden violent detour.

Clearly, Attieh & Garcia just never knew when to quit when writing and directing this film. They deserve perverse credit for never watering down their characters, but it leads to credibility issues. Garces is so abrasively sleazy, it is hard to believe anyone could endure thirty seconds in his company.

Casa Grande, in The Epoch Times

CASA GRANDE is not YELLOWSTONE. It is much more ideologically charged than the popular franchise, in ways some fans might not appreciate. However, it has a healthy appreciation of traditional ranching life and a great villain in Lou Diamond Phillips. EPOCH TIMES review up here. 

Widow’s Bay, on Apple TV+

Islanders are supposed to be tight-knit and stick together, but the locals on this island off the New England coast must take it to ridiculous extremes. Those who were born on the island must never leave the island—ever. Yet, Widow’s Bay also has a macabre history of serial killers and mysteriously deadly accidents. It seems like their doomed either way in creator Katie Dippold’s ten-episode horror-comedy Widow’s Bay, which premieres today on Apple TV+.

Tom Loftis was elected mayor, even though he is considered an outsider. He was born on the mainland, but visited his father on Widow’s Bay for the summers. (His mother once spent a very fateful vacation there herself.) Loftis has heard all about the curse business, but he refuses to believe it, except maybe deep down he does. After all, he has never let his obnoxious son Evan visit the outside world. Nevertheless, he is determined to save the local economy by turning Widow’s Bay into the next Martha’s Vineyard.

Wyck is a local fisherman who has lived in Widow’s Bay long enough to know Lofttis’s plan is a terrible idea and he is onery enough to challenge the mayor, loudly and often. Wyck oobviously understands Loftis’s weaknesses, but he shows more respect than Sheriff Bechir, a contemptuous mainlander nearing the end of his contract. City Hall staff, like the mousy, poorly-socialized Patricia, generally humor Loftis, but deep down they mostly agree with Wyck.

Like it or not, Loftis will have to admit the truth after a series of supernatural incidents, including encounters with the ghost of a Gacy-like serial killer and a spectral “Sea Hag.” Despite its comedy-hybrid classification, Dippold manages to incorporate all kinds of horror staples, even including a masked Michael Meyers-inspired slasher, who seems to impossible to kill. The series initially borrows heavily from The Fog and Stephen King’s Storm of the Century, but it adds plenty distinctive nightmares of its own.

In fact, the horror elements work better than a lot of the comedy, which is highly reliant on public humiliation and the cringe factor. Frankly, the best comedic bits are those that embrace the surreal. Regardless, series directors Hiro Murai, Ti West, Andrw DeYoung, and Samuel Donovan achieve a consistently eerie atmosphere, while Dippold creates some seriously creepy lore.

In Remembrance of Newspaper Strips: Beyond Mars

Jack Williamson was a man who truly spanned eras. While an infant, his parents brought him to New Mexico on a covered wagon. Yet, as a science fiction writer, he is widely acknowledged for coining the terms “genetic engineering” and “terraforming.” He also did something that was once considered cutting-edge, but is now seen as sadly old-fashioned. He wrote a science fiction continuity newspaper comic strip. Regrettably, this art form is dying, but not from artistic failures, but because of the implosion of their distribution method—newspapers. It is a shame, so let’s take stock of some of the best that once were, starting with Williamson’s Beyond Mars on the day his 118th birthday.

Thanks to antimatter, humanity now mines the asteroids beyond Mars, but it is hard work, for hard men, like prospector and pilot-for-hire Mike Flynt. However, if you happen to be a pretty Earthling woman who finds herself in trouble out in the asteroid belt, Flynt is the man you need to see. It happens more frequently than you’d think—or maybe not.

Flynt is part of the hardscrabble generation that grew up on Brooklyn Rock, never really knowing Earth. He still lives with his doting mother and works with Sam Smith, a snake-like Venusian, who eats metal. Obviously, Smith can be quite a handy prospecting partner. He also has a lisp, because he learned English from an Earther with a speech impediment. Consequently, he is often referred to as Tham Thmith. That is probably the one aspect of Beyond Mars that has not aged well.

Regardless, Lee Elias’s art is quite distinctive. His women look like 1950s fashion models and his rakishly mustached villains could pass for Errol Flynn in his prime. Plus, his space ships and astronomical art capture the wonder of the Golden Age of science fiction. However, Smith and Jimikin, the wild space boy, look very cartoony. Yet, instead of clashing, this mixture of styles makes Beyond Mars wonderfully distinctive.

Williamson also had a talent for advancing his storylines at a pleasantly brisk speed. Initially, he had the advantage off writing for a full Sunday page, so he could include a quick recap box in the top lefthand corner. Yet, he maintained the pace even when the strip was cut back to a half page.

In fact, it is impressive how well his storylines still hold up. It was set in the universe of Williamson’s Seetee Ship novels, so he already had social and scientific frameworks in place. Admittedly, it is unlikely Smith could hail from Venus, but readers can easily substitute a fictional planet in their heads. Regardless, over seventy years later, there are very few fictional aliens who directly compare to him. There is also a working-class, family-values vibe to Brooklyn Rock that is quite appealing.

Hot Docs ’26: A War on Women

Here is an incovenient but telling truth for your consideration. When the Islamist Ruhollah Khomeini first launched his revolution against the Shah in 1963, he wasn’t motivated by corruption or the SAVAK secret police. He was outraged by the Shah’s decision to grant women the right to vote. Yet, Jimmy Carter believed Iran would better served with Khomeini as its ruler. Most Iranian women knew better. By now, most of the Iranian men agree. However, for decades, women were in the vanguard of the Iranian resistance movement. Iranian filmmaker Raha Shirazi and several leading Iranian women dissidents take stock of the rights they lost after the Islamic Revolution and their long continuing campaign to win them back in her documentary A War on Women, which screens again after its premiere at this year’s Hot Docs festival.

During the Shah’s reign, women’s rights were steadily improving. They could dress however they pleased and could pursue their education as far as their talents allowed. They could also sing and dance in public and show their hair, without fear of acid attacks. Mahnaz Afkhami knows this better than anyone, because she was Minister for Women’s Affairs in the 1978 government. As she explains, she was in New York forming a United Nation’s subsidiary devoted to women’s rights when the Shah fell. For her own safety, she never returned home.

Indeed, Shirazi assembled a small but powerful cast of expert witnesses, who testify first-hand regarding the systematic oppression of women by the current Iranian regime. Several have paid dearly for their free-thinking, such as Elahe Tavakolian, who was blinded in one eye when the Iranian “Morality Police” shot her during a “Woman, Life, Freedom” protest.

Likewise, Shaparak Shajarizadeh became an international online cause celeb after she was arrested for removing her headscarf. Journalist Masih Alinejad and actress Golshifteh Farhani (formerly considered the rough equivalent of Iran’s “sweetheart”) movingly discuss the pain of exile and the deep, gnawing fear for loved ones left behind.

After watching the women’s harrowing and heartbreaking testimony elicited by Shirazi, any morally tone-deaf ideologue who protested on behalf of the Iranian regime should feel profound shame and stomach-churning embarrassment. Regardless, of your opinions of Trump’s management of the military conflict, it is clear the Iranian people would be much better off without their current oppressors.

The Lost Boys, on Broadway

We all know what you’re wondering: yes, there is a shirtless sax player. However, he serves more as a comedic reference to Joel Schumacher’s classic 1987 film than as a worthy successor to Tim Cappello’s saxophone chops and body oil. Yet, his presence shows the creative team (including co-lead producer Patrick Wilson of the Insidious franchise) understood the film’s enduring appeal. Indeed, Santa Carla remains as vampire-infested as ever in The Lost Boys, directed by Michael Arden, which officially opened last night on Broadway.

The stage signage announces the year is 1987, at which point the audience will explode in applause, because the 80’s were awesome. Schumacher’s The Lost Boys film was another perfect example. Finally leaving her abusive husband, Lucy Emerson packed up her stuff and her sons, the older Michael and younger Sam, moving to Santa Clara, where she inherited her father’s house. Yes, that’s right, Grandpa (Barnard Hughes in the movie) is already dead. That doesn’t bode well for the family’s general survival—and obviously someone else must presumably deliver the film’s unforgettable final line.

Both brothers are happy to be rid of their father, but are skeptical of Santa Clara—with good reason, judging from all the missing children’s posters. However, Michael immediately warms to the town when he meets Star, a pretty vocalist, whose relationships with her biker bandmates and running mates are clearly strained.

As the self-proclaimed vampire hunters, the Frog Brothers soon explain to Sam, their fellow geek, Santa Clara is a hotbed of vampire activity. Star happens to be recently turned, but she still refuses to kill and feed on humans. Clearly, she also likes Michael, so David turns him too, in hopes that they both will accept the predatory realities of vampire existence together. David is indeed the leader of the biker gang, but not necessarily the vampire-prime, who created the Santa Clara clan.

As predictable as the rising sun, book writers David Hornsby and Chris Hoch had to make changes with a screenplay so successful that it spawned two straight-to-DVD sequels, multiple comic book sequels, and this Broadway musical, so they could “put their stamp” on the beloved property. Yet, their original deviations represent the show’s weakest elements. Perhaps their oddest innovation was reconceiving the Frog Brothers (Corey Feldman and Jamison Newlander in the original) as an apparent boy and girl, who still insist on calling themselves the “Frog Brothers.” Yet, with no explanation provided and no clearcut gender-identity messaging, it just leads to needless moments of confusion, for both characters on-stage and the audience alike.

Likewise, the Reagan jokes fall flat. Again, this is rather ill-advised on the part of Hornsby and Hoch, since the bedrock audience for The Lost Boys grew up in the 1980s and subsequently judged every successive President against the standard he set.

However, the musical and technical craftmanship devoted to the production is extraordinarily impressive. The sets and special effects truly deliver the bang for your Broadway buck. In fact, Arden and his tech team brilliantly recreate the bridge scene from the movie. Arguably, this production ranks with the spectacle of the King Kong and Spider-Man shows. (Unfortunately, one of the preview performances, on which this review is based, experienced technical difficulties, somewhat like those that plagued the latter production, which resulted in an extra ten-minute break—but the eye-popping visuals were worth the wait.)

A Collctive Descent into Evil, in The Epoch Times

A COLLECTIVE DESCENT INTO EVIL, the latest Doc Emet documentary anaylzes Jew-Hatred (an ancient evil that just won't die), as well as the sinister extremist ideologies exploiting it, and the potentially dire consequences for Western democracies. EPOCH TIMES review up here.

Marshals: In Low Places

Sure, the dregs of the Clegg Clan had the drop on the U.S. Marshals at the end of last week’s episode. They also have them outnumbered four to one, at least. However, the Marshals have two former SEALs—two and a half if Calvin agrees to temporarily deputize “Double G” Garrett. He is not so inclined, but desperate times call for desperate measures in “In Low Places, tonight’s episode of creator Spencer Hudnut’s Marshals.

At the end of “Blowback,” Randall Clegg and his pseudo-militia had abducted Deputy Marshal Andrea Cruz and lured the Marshals into a firefight on the Clegg compound. It is never good when people call their property a “compound.” It’s a very Kennedy thing to do.

Calvin and the Marshals successfully pull back, but they won’t go far. Unfortunately, Clegg clearly intends to execute Cruz on his livestream, but the FBI won’t give up negotiation attempts, clearly still embarrassed by the Waco and Ruby Ridge fallout. Of course, the Marshals are willing to go it alone, but they need recon—and Garrett was really good at recon, before that op they never full explain went south.

Like clockwork, the exposition heavy “Blowback” sets up the lock-and-load action of “In Low Places.” It also sounds like a Garth Brooks reference, so fittingly Riley Green gets to perform a song this week, in the role of Garrett. Presumably, it is one of his originals rather than a Brooks cover, but it is nicely staged, regardless. This episode is also a nice feature opportunity for Ash Santos, who probably shows more range as Cruz in this two-part arc than in the previous seven episodes.

Woodstake, Graphic Novel

New Left hippies were narcissistic hedonists with an irrational hatred of cops. That would have made them perfect vampire food. Consequently, the Woodstock concert would have been like an all-you-can-eat buffet. At least there is still a Van Helsing still living incognito near the Hudson Valley town in Darin S. Cape’s graphic novel, Woodstake, illustrated by Felipe Kroll, which recently released in stores.

Somehow, Dracula relocated to the Hudson Valley, so Van Helsing duly followed. As the unusually long prologue establishes, Van Helsing managed to kill the vampire, but as usual, he wasn’t sufficiently dead. At least the good doctor realizes the monster will rise again, so he trains his son Alexandru to be ready. To protect his identity, Van Helsing changes their family name to something very rock & roll sounding, which represents the graphic novel’s cleverest bit.

Fast forward thirtysome years, at which point Dracula has rejuvenated enough strength to start settling some old grudges. Meanwhile, Jon Harper and his girlfriend Nina Murray are bound for Woodstock. She just wants to enjoy the show, but he is preoccupied with scoring a Hendrix interview for his rock ‘zine. Dracula is coming too—to feed.

The timing for Woodstake is somewhat unfortunate, because it compares rather unfavorably to Herik Hanna’s Altamont, which also followed a group of friends trying to find each other amid the chaos of another notorious hippy-era rock concert happening. However, Altamont is a much more compelling horror story, even though it is completely grounded in real-life events.

Frankly, Woodstake largely lacks the ironic bite of Altamont. Although it is arguably revealing to hear Harper’s friend Artie constantly refer to U.S. servicemen as “baby killers,” it is unclear Cape understands how profoundly offensive that sounds, especially to the children and grandchildren of Vietnam vets. As a rsult, a whole lot of potential readers will root for Dracule to exsanguinate Artie and take possession of his nasty soul.

Fuze: A Ticking Bomb Caper

This heavy, unexploded German bomb fulfills some of its original purposes, causing fear and panic in London—just 80-some years later than intended. Unearthed at a construct site, it requires the police to evacuate and cordon-off an entire neighborhood while the military defuses it. Yet, somehow, a crew of bank robbers seemed to be expecting it. Even with several tons of explosive distraction, the getaway still turns messy in David Mackenzie’s Fuze, which opens today in theaters.

It takes special expertise to handle newly discovered ordinance, because of internal instability. Major Will Tranter has that expertise, even though he is a bit of a loose cannon himself. Nevertheless, he is quickly dispatched to London, where he examines the suddenly ticking bomb.

Meanwhile, Karalis gets to work with his contracted crew, bashing through a connecting wall and drilling into a bank’s safety deposit vault. However, it seems pretty clear, “X,” “Y,” and “Z” do not completely trust Karalis, even though he is the one who knows where all the good stuff is.

Unfortunately, the biggest twist is a little too easy to figure out. You don’t even have pay especially close attention either. In fact, you might have already guessed it. Nevertheless, the second half features enough double-crosses to keep the getaway sufficiently chaotic. The good guys never look stupid either. They are just starting from way, way behind.

In some ways, Ben Hopkins’s screenplay can be a little too coy, but it ultimately somewhat upends viewers’ assumptions. Mackenzie stages some decent cat-and-mouse sequences, but the action needs more scope and spectacle. Frankly, the film just leaves the impression it is the simplified version of a more ambitious concept.

My Brother the Minotaur, on Apple TV+

The more you think about the origins of the Minotaur Theseus slayed on Crete (according to mythology), the more you realize it is not a topic you should dwell on. After all, he was the offspring resulting from Queen Pasiphae’s “dalliance” with King Minos’s prize bull. So…yeah. Wisely, this minotaur has a radically different origin story, especially since his show was produced for kids. Nevertheless, finding acceptance is still frustratingly hard for young, horned Lorcan in creator Donal Mangan’s My Brother the Minotaur, which premieres today on Appl TV+.

Being a minotaur, Lorcan ought to live on an island. In this case, tight-knit Bryony isle voluntarily closed itself off to visitors after Lorcan’s adoptive grandparents discovered him in the woods, to protect him from the outside world. His new parents had given up on having their own children, but his younger brother Charlie came along as a happy surprise a few months later.

Charlie is devoted to his older brother, but some Bryony residents have started to resent Lorcan, especially the former hotelier, dastardly Mr. Craignelder. Recently, Craignelder has kidnapped several local pets, hoping to frame Lorcan and drive away residents. If enough Bryony islanders leave, Craignelder will have the votes to sell out the community to a mining concern.

In a case of bad timing, Lorcan’s past simultaneously comes looking for him. Apparently, there is a hidden portal on Bryony to a fantasy realm, where war ages between the despotic minotaur regime and a fairy army, who protect our world against invasion. Something wants to drag Lorcan back, so it uses a shapeshifting Pooka to do its dirty work on the human side of the portal.

Recently, Ireland emerged as one of the most anti-Semitic nations in Europe, with new reports of anti-Jewish vandalism, discrimination, and harassment recorded at a record rate. Apparently, there is also a great deal of prejudice against minotaurs as well. Frankly, the nation desperately needs to hear this series’ message of tolerance.

Clearly, there is no denying Minotaur’s Irishness, since it was produced by the Irish animation house, Cartoon Saloon and filmmaker Tomm Moore (who helmed Song of the Sea) signed on as an executive producer. Like all Cartoon Saloon projects, the new series has a charming hand-drawn style.

Although written with kids in mind, Mangan’s series often takes its dark fantasy elements in a very horror direction. There are a lot of dark and stormy nights on Bryony. Yet, it also celebrates family bonds, especially those that were not originally based in blood. In fact, the relationship between Lorcan and his grandfather George is especially memorable and endearing.

A Blind Bargain, Sort of Remaking Lon Chaney, Sr.

For movie lovers, the 1965 MGM Vault Fire represents a profound tragedy. Amongst the films destroyed therein were the last surviving (as far as we know) prints of Lon Chaney’s London After Midnight and A Blind Bargain. Years later, fans and scholars still try to piece together an approximate idea of both films, from historical clues. This film was not the result of such efforts. It is more of a conceptual tribute. However, it has the advantage of still existing. In fact, Paul Bunnell’s A Blind Bargain opens tomorrow in New York.

In the much-desired original, Chaney portrayed mad scientist, Dr. Arthur Lamb, as well as one of his victims, the Ape-Man. Lamb had a similar experiment in mind for Robert Sandell. To compel his agreement, Dr. Lamb offers to perform the life-saving Sandell’s mother needs, but at the cost of Sandell’s humanity.

The Mephistophelean Dr. Gruder offers Dominic Fontaine a slightly different Faustian bargain (but it will still be a blind one). Fontaine, who got hooked on heroin while serving in Vietnam (that anti-veteran stereotype just won’t die, will it?), now owes serious money to his leg-breaking dealer. With the best of intentions, his mother, former silent movie star Joy Fontaine, encourages him to seek treatment at the clinic Gruder operates as a front.

Having tested Fontaine, the still-mad doctor realizes his mother’s blood must have the rare elements his experiments require. Sensing their patient’s desperation, Gruder, his hulking enforcer Logos, and his seductive nurse Ellie Bannister convince Fontaine to lure his mother to the clinic under false pretenses and then sign her into the Doctor’s dubious care. At first, the nightmare treatment horrifies the former movie star, but she changes her tune when it successfully returns her to the youth of her stardom days. Of course, it cannot really be that easy, can it?

Wisely, Bunnell and the design team never go for a faux silent era aesthetic. Instead, they aspire to a vintage 1970s exploitation look and texture, starting with the Super 16mm film stock. There are hat tips to Chaney, like the use of his photo and the evocative titles of Fontaine’s movies, like Egypt After Midnight. However, the deliberately rough edges will put off some viewers. Frankly, if viewers didn’t know the title, they might assume it is related to the 2016 remake of Herschell Gordon Lewis’s Blood Feast.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime the Movie: Scarlet Bond, in Cinema Daily US

To build buzz for the new film, Crunchyroll brought THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A SLIME THE MOVIE: SCARLET BOND back into theaters. It stands alone fairly easily and features several surprisingly compelling exclusive-to-the-film characters. CINEMA DAILY US review up here.

Strange Journey: The Story of Rocky Horror

Funny Girl, The Other Side of the Mountain, and Shampoo were among the top 10 highest grossing movies of 1975, but nobody today would want to watch a feature length doc about any of them. In contrast, The Rocky Horror Picture Picture Show was not in the top ten by the time the year ended, but it subsequently rose to become 1975’s third highest grossing picture, because it never left theaters.  For decades, it has been recognized as a phenomenon and it remains so, despite the availability of BluRays and streaming. Filmmaker Linus O’Brien chronicles the film’s history and takes stock of its legacy with its creator, his father Richard O’Brien, in the documentary Strange Journey: The Story of Rocky Horror, which returns to theaters this Friday.

It started as a stage show in a proper theater’s experimental side stage, where blokes like writer-composer O’Brien and director Jim Sharman could do whatever they wanted, because nobody would be watching. However, right from the start, the show was a smash hit, earning extensions and a transfer to a larger theater.

Eventually, the show was imported to Los Angeles, where it had equal or greater success at the Roxy, an appropriately hipster venue. It still wouldn’t necessarily be an obvious fit for Hollywood, but producer Lou Adler saw the commercial potential (as it happens, he also produced Cheech & Chong’ Up in Smoke). Indeed, Adler worked closely with the only sympathetic Fox exec to develop the film’s midnight screening strategy, after its initial release bombed.

Obviously, O’Brien had guaranteed access to his father. His connections also secured interviews with Sharman, Adler, and just about every other living cast-member, including Tim Curry, Barry Bostwick and Susan Sarandon. It is a little creepy seeing Sarandon, considering her recent history, including retweeting a “woke-right” extremist consprcy theeorist claiming the October 7^th massacre was an Israeli false flag operation, but there is no denying she is a big part of the film’s history, so she should be there.

Fortunately, the scenes featuring the O’Brien, father and son, are quite endearing. Clearly, the film director grew-up amid the “strangeness” of the Rocky Horror world and quickly acclimated to it. He gets a lot of good stuff from his dad, including highly candid responses and some impromptu musical performances. This might sacrilegious to the Rocky faithful, but some might consider his solo acoustic renditions superior to the big, blaring stage orchestrations.

Desert Warrior, Made in Saudi Arabia

The Battle of Dhu Qar of the early 600’s AD represents a surprising choice of subject matter for Saudi Arabia’s largest film project to date (filmed in the desert surrounding the Neom "mega-city"). It chronicles a pre-Islamic rebellion against a tyrannical monarch. That definitely sounds like two strikes against it. However, it resulted in a major Arab victory over the Persians, so there is that. More importantly for most potential viewers, it depicts warfare conducted on camels and elephants. Princess Hind (yes, a woman) unifies the many quarrelling tribes forced to pay tribute to Emperor Kisra II in Rupert Wyatt’s Desert Warrior, which releases this Friday in theaters.

Lately, Kisra has demanded more than tribute. He also requires a daughter from each of the vassal tribal kings, whom he takes as a concubine. That was too much for Hind’s father, King Al-Numan. Refusing to submit, the King and Princess become fugitives, fleeing Kisra’s warrior-slave, Jalabzeen, who hopes capturing them will earn him his freedom.

They only barely escape, thanks to Hanzala’s timely intercession. In exchange for a jeweled dagger, the bandit helps them reach temporary safety with the Shaybani, where Chief Hani offers them the protection of his hospitality. Despite his mercenary motives, Hanzala holds his own grudge against Jalabzeen. Nevertheless, he is not very welcome in the Shaybani Territory.

In fact, such rivalries always kept the tribes divided and therefore easy for Kisra II and his predecessors to dominate. Tired of running, Hind decides to use the best and the worst of the Chiefs motivations to finally unite against the Persians. Chief Hani joins out of principle, while the Princess manipulates others with promises of revenge and plunder, the former being much more likely than the latter.

Of course, they are still vastly outnumbered, but Hind, Hani, and their allies develop some truly merciless scorched earth tactics. Indeed, the final climactic battle more than compensates for the film’s meandering mid-section. In fact, several of the battle charges compare favorably with the spectacle of Jodhaa Akbar.

Weirdly, even though Anthony Mackie brings a strong, brooding presence to the proceedings, the character of Hanzala feels conspicuously shoehorned into the narrative to give the film greater commercial viability. Yes, he saves Princess Hind several times, but these duties could have been easily transferred to Chief Hani and his commanders. Still, Mackie has convincing action cred, which serves Desert Warrior well.

Kevin, on Prime Video

If you’re a cat, fur balls count as prime scatological humor material. Yet, weirdly, they are the only form of excrement that does not feature prominently in Prime Video’s latest adult animation series. The title character is a cat, so he is supposed to be anti-social, but how does such a pampered feline pick up such a potty mouth? Of course, he will hear even worse once he moves from his sheltered Astoria home to the Furrever Friends animal shelter in showrunner-co-creator Joe Wengert’s eight-episode Kevin, which starts streaming today on Prime Video.

Dana assumed Kevin would come with her when she broke up with Dan (the couple are played by real-life ex’s and series co-creators Aubrey Plaza and Wengert), but instead he walked out on both of him (pets and humans talk together as more or less equals in this cartoon world). He soon regrets it when he starts crashing at Furrever Friends. At least he finds some new cronies including Armando, a very cultured Persian (originally from Provincetown); Judy, an aging kitten afflicted with multiple ooze-producing ailments; Cupcake, a hard-partying sex-worker alley cat, and Bear, who is like the Ron Swanson of the canine world.

The shelter residents are intermittently funny. However, Seth, the human proprietor, and his abusive shih tzu Brandi regularly generate litter-boxfuls of cringe. Their shtick becomes painful.

Admittedly, each episode has its laughs, but after watching one or two, you will become keenly aware that you are just listening to pets cuss like sailors. That is really it. The humor starts there and stays there. To be fair, there are a few slightly daring jokes, but Wengert and Plaza over-rely blue language and foul looking fluids.

If there is a second season, the co-creators and their writers’ room should impose a per episode cap on raunch, to force themselves to mine cleverer veins of humor. Right now, Kevin just feels like a bunch of other “edgy” animated series that have already come and gone. Also, the animation is serviceable, but it is far from the Titmouse studio’s best work.

Marshals: Blowback

Most U.S. Marshals would rather kick down doors than worry about personnel issues. That is certainly true in Pete Calvin’s case and Kayce Dutton can surely relate. The Dutton family never really cared about people’s feelings, not even their own. Unfortunately, a lot of personal stuff blows up on the team in “Blowback,” tonight’s episode of creator Spencer Hudnut’s Marshals.

Last episode, Calvin and Deputy Marshal Belle Skinner had a bit of a moment that now leads to a heck of a lot of awkwardness. Calvin also has another doctor appointment, which does not bode well. On top of that, he just learned Deputy Marshal Miles Kittle is dating his mostly estranged daughter Maddie.

That would challenge any supervisor—but wait, there’s more. A former SEAL comrade of Calvin and Dutton, turns up unannounced. Unfortunately, Garrett blames Calvin for his “former” status. However, his extreme PTSD will be mostly Dutton’s problem. Regardless, there is a lot of background noise going on when the Marshals receive an anonymous time regarding one of the FBI’s most wanted fugitives, who is apparently planning a job in Big Sky Country.

“Blowback” seems to following the pattern established by “Lost Girls” and “Out of the Shadows,” in which two-episode story arcs are set-up with a talky first installment and finished with a guns-blazing conclusion. Hopefully, that will be the case next week too. Nevertheless, this episode will hold significance for some fans, because it introduces real-life country music star Riley Green, as Garrett. Indeed, Green is probably a good fit for the Yellowstone fanbase.

ND/NF ’26: Two Mountains Weighing Down My Chest

What is it like to come out as non-binary in today’s China? Artist-filmmaker Viv Li is reluctant to find out. To a large degree, she has adopted the norms and values of the Grman hipster art-world, but she still wants to identify as Chinese. Through her very personal lens, the audience gets an unvarnished perspective on both worlds in Li’s Two Mountains Weighing Down on My Chest, which screens during this year’s New Directors/New Films.

Weirdly, there just might be something to annoy everyone in Li’s film, which is absolutely a point in its favor. Through her German friends she engages in various forms of nudist “decadence” (as the Maoists back home might say). Indeed, a great deal of the pretentious art produced by her circle will truly underwhelm the average working-class stiff, from either China or the West.

Yet, when Li returns home, she is clearly put off by her relatives’ idolization of Mao and Xi. She tries to hold her tongue and avoid politics, but she has to scoff when they claim the majority of American homes lack basic necessities, like electrified power. Indeed, regardless, of your take on the art produced by Li’s friends, her film vividly documents the dubious nature of CCP propaganda and just how desperately older Chinese generations want to believe it.

Eagles of the Republic, in The Epoch Times

EAGLES OF THE REPUBLIC represents an incisive politcal thriller with a touch of the absurd, which also evokes nostalgia for the golden age of Egyptian cinema. It unambiguously indicts el-Sisi's authoritarianism, but its trenchant criticisms apply to just about every other Middle Eastern regime, as well. EPOCH TIMES review up here.

Lee Cronin's The Mummy, in Cinema Daily US

There are no pyramids or tomb-raiding in LEE CRONIN'S THE MUMMY, but it serves up a lot of seriously demonic scares and some particularly gruesome body-horror. Fans not wedded to Mummy movie traditions should appreciate this radically new take, because it does what horror movies are supposed to do. CINEMA DAILY US review up here.

Brand New Landscape (ND/NF), at Cinema Daily US

BRAND NEW LANDSCAPE is a quiet but potent family chamber drama that also has a good deal of architectural savvy. The minimalist aesthetic is not for everyone, but the performances are impressive. ND/NF review up at CINEMA DAILY US here.

Ben Wheatley’s Normal

Ulysses Richardson is no Andy Taylor. The substitute sheriff would be the first to admit he stopped caring a long time ago. Consequently, he surprises himself when he follows the example of Will Kane and Buford Pusser, standing alone against corruption in his latest posting. Unfortunately, his new found integrity might very likely get him killed in Ben Wheatley’s Normal, which opens today in theaters.

Until the special election, Richardson will serve as the sheriff of Normal, Minnesota. He basically just shuffles papers, but weirdly, the Mayor Kibner so likes his “light touch,” he suggests making it permanent. Of course, that makes Richardson suspicious. The circumstances of his predecessor’s death are also disconcerting. That would be the late Sheriff Gunderson, just like in Fargo.

Frankly, people in town are just plain weird. They also raised millions of dollars for a new city hall and have stocked the sheriff’s office with military grade armaments. Even a substandard cop like Richardson smells something fishy, but the interim sheriff is still shocked when his own deputies start firing on him during an ill-prepared bank robbery, to prevent him from getting a good look inside the vault.

John Wick and Nobody franchise creator Derek Kolstad turns Bob Odenkirk lose to do what his anti-heroes do best. If you like those movies, you will enjoy Normal too.  Arguably, it is more conventional than Wheatley’s previous films (Kill List, Sightseers, A Field in England, etc.), but he gleefully cranks up the violent mayhem to deranged levels.

However, Kolstad and Wheatley also invest heavily early on to fully establish Richardson as a character, so he wears increasingly comfortably over the course of the film, like an old sweater. Odenkirk was also perfectly cast, because he deftly balances the temp-sheriff’s amiability with his sarcasm and sadness. Seriously, Richardson also has franchise potential. Maybe the next movie could take place in a town named “Decent.”

Brothers Under Fire, Starring Kiefer Sutherland

Ordinarily, we would like to think a deployment to Syria would be more dangerous than a vacation in Mexico. Yet, we watched Mexican tourism understandably plummet after retaliatory cartel terror attacks avenging the druglord El Mencho shut down the nation less than two months ago. Unfortunately, Captain Jordan Wright and four of his squad face similar cartel violence when they travel to Mexico for a comrade’s wedding in Justin Chadwick’s Brothers Under Fire, which releases Friday in theaters and on-demand.

Wright is the kind of leader who always brings his men home. Perhaps he can’t truly guarantee that, given the nature of war, but he would willingly die trying. His men razz each other particularly hard, but they always have their brothers’ backs. Naturally, their medic, Alberto Castillo invites Wright, Lt. Carson, country boy Danny Watlon, and cocky Marco Hino to his wedding. It will be a dual celebration, since he just took his U.S. citizenship oath.

His fiancée, Isabella Perez, believes it will be a triple celebration, because she intends to reveal her pregnancy after the wedding. Of course, movie fans know weddings and pregnancy invite tragedy, which in turn requires payback. True to form, Stevie, the reckless brother of a notorious cartel boss crashes the reception with clear intention of making trouble.

Wright and his men will be out-manned and out-gunned, but they have far superior training and discipline. Basically, they find themselves in the position of the Magnificent Seven, except they number even less than that.

Brothers Under Fire is a relatively straight forward action film that happens to be incredibly zeitgeisty. Unfortunately, at this point, nothing in Ian Mackenzie Jeffers and Delbert Hancock’s screenplay can be considered far-fetched. It is all “ripped from the headlines” stuff. As a happy bonus, Justin Chadwick, who is better known for period productions like Tulip Fever and Shardlake, also shows a pleasant facility for staging bullet-strafing action sequences.

City Wide Fever: Micro-Budget Giallo Weirdness

There ought to be sufficient obscure Giallo directors to provide thesis material for every film studies grad student. Sam thinks Saturnino Rezi could be hers. She never heard of him before finding a USB stick loaded with his posters and ephemeral material, despite being a hardcore Giallo weirdo. However, the more she researches Rezi, the more her life becomes like his final unfinished stalker movie in director-screenwriter Josh Heaps’ City Wide Fever, which screens today nationwide at Alamo Drafthouses.

Even sight-unseen, Rezi pushes Sam’s buttons, especially the tantalizing tidbits regarding what would have been his final film, City Wide Fever, which was abandoned, because of … you know. Unfortunately, she must start with her massively inappropriate professor, Keith, who shares her Giallo passion. On his advice, she seeks out Hong, Rezi’s former cinematographer, who is known to frequent the last remaining old school Times Square adult emporiums.

Almost everyone else involved is already dead, likely murdered by the film’s hooded slasher, who also starts stalking Sam and her circle. He seems to come alive whenever anyone starts asking questions about City Wide Fever.

Heaps’ premise will intrigue most cult film fans, but the execution is beyond camp. Admittedly, he was deliberately going for a cheap and schlocky vibe, but the film still looks cheap and schlocky. Frankly, several extended off-color comedy bits clash with the film’s general tone and the humor doesn’t even land. Plus, there is no Giallo reality so twisted in which a New York film school professor could openly express QAnon lunacy and expect to keep his position, as Keith does. To make the lecherous prof even more annoying, he is played by Summer of Blood’s Onur Tukel.

It is a shame, because Heaps had several clever ideas, like casting a second Sam for particularly stressful and surreal scenes. For a little unexpected star power, Rutanya Alda is an especially good sport playing herself, the final survivor of City Wide Fever.

Chernobyl, Life, and Other Disasters: Graphic Novel

Growing up in Soviet Ukraine, “Genya” had to be part of the “1%.” That is not a demagogic reference to economic standing. It is an acknowledgement of the discrimination she faced because of her Jewish heritage. Plus, there was a nuclear catastrophe during her childhood. Yevgenia Nayberg illustrates her own graphic memoir of growing up Ukrainian in the fateful year of 1986 in Chernobyl, Life, and Other Disasters, which releases today in stores.

There will be no gruesome images of Ukrainian fire-fighters keeling over in sub-standard hazmat suits, because Nayberg wasn’t there to see it. She was “just” a kid, but Chernobyl still loomed large over her childhood.

In fact, Nayberg and her mother successfully found refuge in Russia with her aunt and cousin throughout most of the crisis mismanagement. However, they both returned to Kyiv earlier than most, so Nayberg could sit for her art school exam.

Indeed, her memoir still has much to say about the Soviet experience, especially her realization that nobody believed the state media. Obviously, that lack of trust made everything worse. Nayberg also gently but firmly documents the Soviet Union’s pervasive anti-Semitism. Consequently, Nayberg had to study and practice harder than anyone else, because only 1% of Jewish applicants would be admitted.

Of course, she was also a young girl dealing with school and her peers, so there are plenty of coming-of-age episodes that young readers will readily identify with. Just about any reader who had a youthful passion for art and drawing will relate to her as a character, even if they do not share her memories of sweeping her apartment with Geiger-counters.

ND/NF ’26: Next Life

In Tibet, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) constantly destroys lives, but it also jeopardizes reincarnations. For Tibetans exiles like Rigzin’s parents, a return to their homeland before their anticipated deaths holds great karmic implications for their next life. However, the occupying CCP rarely issues travel visas for Tibetan exiles. So far, Rigzin’s Pala and Amala have not been exceptions. He keeps applying, but time is running out in Tenzin Phuntsog’s Next Life, which screens during this year’s New Directors/New Films.

Tsewang and his wife have been happy living in America, but they still feel like they belong in Tibet. In contrast, Rigzin clearly identifies with America on a cultural level, even though he speaks Tibetan with his parents and practices Tibetan Buddhism. Tsewang’s heart is failing, so he has given up on Western medicine, in favor of traditional Tibetan healing. However, the results remain the same.

Next Life very much explores the dynamics of modern immigrant families, but their dilemma is distinctly Tibetan. Given Tsewang’s extensive family roots in Tibet and his advanced age, the CCP’s continued rejection of his visa application is simply a product of cruelty and spite. Perhaps the most telling sequence captures Rigzin trying to navigate the Chinese consulate’s automated phone system, until he finally reaches a consular officer, who sounds like a dystopian AI chatbot, but was perfectly voiced by Yanbin Zhao.

Marshals: Family Business

If you forget your doggy bag in a restaurant, always go back for it. You don’t want to miss out on good leftovers. Plus, it could save your life, like it does for Federal Judge Pauline Ayers and her husband Blake. Unfortunately, the valet keeping her engine running isn’t so lucky. They darn well better finish that steak, since he died for it. They will have time too, while Deputy Marshal Pete Calvin keeps them under protection in “Family Business,” the latest episode of Marshals, airing tonight on CBS.

Ayers is known for tough sentences, so the Marshals have no shortage of suspects. When the attempts keep coming, Blake Ayers asks if there is anywhere Calvin can put them where his whiny daughter Fallon might have more space. Of course, he happens to know of a ranch that is pretty far off the grid.

It turns out, it happens to be the same ranch wealthy Tom Weaver would like to buy, which rather puts a damper on Kayce Dutton’s romance with Weaver’s daughter, Dolly. Regardless, Dutton invites company over, presumably sending his son Tate off to friends—even though he and Fallon Ayers would make quite a dreary, mopey pair. Still, it is just as well he won’t be around.

This episode of the Yellowstone procedural is in fact very procedural. “Family Business” barely touches on the Dutton family or the Broken Rock reservation storylines, beyond Kayce Dutton’ work on the case. As the title suggests, “family” is a theme for tonight’s episode, but Calvin and Deputy Marshal Belle Skinner get most of the awkwardly applicable moments for a change.

Dutton is still actively engaged in the investigation, but series star Luke Grimes got a little more trailer time during the shooting of “Family Business.” It is also lighter on action than the previous guns-blazing two-parter, “Out of the Shadows” and “Lost Girls.”  However, it is a nice showcase for Logan Marshall-Green, who has emerged as the best casting decision beyond the Yellowstone mother ship holdovers. At this point, his Calvin deserves crossover opportunities in other Yellowstone spin-offs.