John Waters fans, prepare to be happy. No, unfortunately Mondo Trasho isn’t coming out on special edition DVD, but his morbid tale of suburban butchery, Serial Mom, has finally arrived in an impressive package that makes HBO Home Video’s previous release of the film look positively anemic by comparison. Go ahead and use that old fullscreen disc as a coaster, because this is the version of Serial Mom that every Waters fan is going to want for their collection.

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David Mamet’s Redbelt is a kind of Karate Kid for the intellectual, philosophical set; a sober, action peppered drama that asks what value there is in honor when one’s opponents - and even adversaries - are willing to deceive and destroy lives in order to make a quick buck. It’s a cynical meditation on the themes of nobility, integrity, and truth that successfully sidesteps the clichés of the typical action drama, while still managing to deliver everything that audiences love about those films – the struggling underdog, the serpentine villain, and the knockout final brawl – all in ways that are sure to pleasantly surprise.

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Everyone’s favorite little green mischief makers have returned, and they’re doing what they do best in this ninety second BT spot featuring Dragons’ Den star Peter Jones.
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The producers of the oddball Finnish “Star Trek” fan film “Star Wreck: In the Pirkinning” are back, and this time they’ve cooked up something truly original.

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Dark Sky Films has just released a new edition of Jim VanBebber’s violent cult classic Deadbeat at Dawn as part of their truly impressive four disc “Visions of Hell” DVD box-set (which also includes the unrated, two-disc special edition of VanBebber’s transgressive shocker The Manson Family), but those who still own the original Synapse release of Deadbeat at Dawn may not want to toss that old disc up on eBay just yet!

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Anyone raised when the VCR became a common household item and VHS was still king is sure to remember those long walks down the seemingly endless aisles of the local mom and pop video store – those clunky, oversized plastic treasures beckoning to be rented, taken home, and enjoyed in the comfort of one’s own living room. The striking artwork on a number of those clamshell cases was so luridly vivid that it seemed to dare the indecisive movie lover to pass it by, such was the case with the cover of Don Jones killer-in-the-woods frightener The Forest – the image of two crazed eyes peering wildly from behind prickly branches and hand firmly clutching hunting knife hinting at horrors that might make the average viewer give up camping for the foreseeable future.

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Leave it to the French to usher in the next great wave of horror cinema. As youth riots once again send bourgeois suburbanites running for the safety of their middle-class compounds, the prevailing culture of fear and uncertainty has proven the flashpoint for some of the most genuinely frightening shockers of the new millennium. Now, on the heels of such relentlessly tense new-classics as Calvaire, Haute Tension, and Them comes a grisly home invasion flick that offers a pitch-perfect balance of grinding tension and inventive gore. Newcomers Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury may not have enough credits to distinguish themselves as masters of the genre just yet, but as Alexandre Aja and Gregory Levasseur before them, they’re certainly on the right track.

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Driving towards the Ohio border en route to Cinema Wasteland, the sky was an impossibly thick haze of impenetrable gray. The windshield wipers were bouncing back and forth at the kind of slow-and-steady place pace that could lull someone into a sort of rain-drizzled trance had they simply been sitting in the passenger seat letting their mind wander; thankfully, the spirited conversation between the four horror geeks therein was enough to fend off depressive memories of Frank Darabont’s “The Mist” as the car glided into the dreary flatlands of Ohio and towards the otherwise unremarkable town of Strongville - a small and inconspicuous suburb of Cleveland.

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