The Vampire Boy in Liar, Liar, Vampire
Liar, Liar, Vampire takes a bite out of clichés in romances between vampires and teenagers. Anything but boring and dripping with fun, it's a Halloween story with a twist.

Kostya, a once hopeful producer, is now out of business: his creative idea, which promised him fame and fortune, has failed miserably. And now he has no other choice but to move with his family to Vileysky district of Belarus. Here is his family nest - inherited old manor with a stunning park. Maybe all is not lost yet? A resourceful entrepreneur decides to take a rather risky step - to turn the estate into... an amusement town called "Kinder-Ville" - a kind of Belarusian Disneyland! Everyone likes the idea, except for the oldest inhabitant of the house - the evil spirit of the wizard, who was buried in the basement for cruelty in ancient times. No self-respecting ghost would tolerate crowds of clamoring kids in the neighborhood! So, at any cost it is necessary to expel the noisy family...
Liar, Liar, Vampire takes a bite out of clichés in romances between vampires and teenagers. Anything but boring and dripping with fun, it's a Halloween story with a twist.
In a world where we hear ringers and beepers at every corner, technology feels inescapable. This is why technology is often an enemy in Digital J-horrors, like One Missed Call.
Unrelentingly funny, highly entertaining, and ridiculously absurd, My Movie Starring Paul Dano is, according to its creator, Joe Bartone, a tribute to the willful ignorance of independent filmmaking found in the late '70s in New York City. Developed through open discussions with the cast at the reading table, the mockumentary follows a delusional and fame-starved indie director, Herman Rumowicz, through the process of making his very first feature movie starring Paul Dano.
Although not canonically aromantic or asexual. the stories and personalities of these Disney princesses resonate with members of the aroace community.
You can’t talk to my grandpa about The Sopranos. You can’t talk to him about The Godfather either. Merely by bringing up the subject, you’d be treated to a lecture on how movies and TV want you to believe that all Italians are criminals and mobsters. He won’t watch any of it, in protest.