Ambiguous, introspective, thoughtful. As weirdly uncomfortable as horror should be, and rarely is, as it examines how these movies can infect us. Niamh Algar is terrific, and deeply empathetic.
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Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
Starring Golden Globe winner Jessica Chastain! And also Nordic god Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. So I’m there.
It seems to me that the problem isn’t with what the adults-only rating is called — the problem is how American culture deals with adults-only movies… ie, it doesn’t want to deal with them at all.
Is perhaps the NC-17 stigma starting to disappear?
Did you know there is a new Harold and Kumar movie on its way… just in time to ruin your holidays? Ha ha, ho ho: now you do.
If you’ve been enjoying the snarky Real Ratings I’ve been applying to films, there’s a new Twitter feed you can follow to keep up with all of them…
In what universe — except for the bonzo one we live in — are “intense prolonged sequences of sci-fi action violence, mayhem and destruction” the equivalent of “some violent content” and “brief strong language”?
As disgusting and reprehensible as a movie may be, doesn’t a ban bring even more attention to a film that it might otherwise have received had it been labeled with the most restrictive rating the BBFC can dole out?