Song of the Gringo (1936)

This current year, as well as the past several, has seen a slowly building increase in something the horror genre has required for quite a while in this critic's opinion...originality. I've stated before that I am very hard to please when it comes to this vein of the film industry's offerings, always leaning more towards that which sends chills through my very being in lieu of buckets of blood and gore.

The definition of the word foul is “offensive to the senses,” which is a pretty good summation of the new Disney+ film, Artemis Fowl

A simple question often sparks intense debate. Incluvie attempts a working definition for the beloved horror genre.

A historic documentary about the iconic Disney character gives viewers a glimpse into animation.

A film that focuses on an algorithm for a dating app that will bring viewers in for a surprise.

One of THE most frustrating trends in the mainstream film industry over the last several decades has been the onset of comedy efforts that seem SO focused on being crude and/or gross-out in all ways possible. That, at least for me, makes them no longer funny.