DaViD´82

Not every strangler is born under a lucky star. That also applies to films, and this one is a perfect example. Though the twist made me consider a third star.

A juicy slasher flick that doesn’t want to be more than it can do perfectly, stretched out for an hour and a half.

A low budget "film" about shit (literally), toilets, a homeless Merlin, the almighty cloaca and all things public toilets. This is SO completely out of the category of any guilty pleasure that it's basically worthless.

If it weren't for the final scene in the traffic jam, it would get one star more, because it doesn't lack atmosphere or ideas.

Lots of extraordinary episodes, a mass of average ones and also a couple of really bad ones. A pleasant project where a lot of talented and famous names started out, or gained valuable experience. This includes screenwriters, directors and actors. Its main quality lies in the unforgettable presenter with a very strange sense of humor. Pleasant bedtime viewing for adults on Friday evenings. Split Second (5/5) One of the best episodes. Better not to let on anything about it - just let the Crypt Keeper keep you entertained... Lumberjack sushi roll is on the menu.

Boo! for the opening seventy minutes and a strong four stars for the final twenty minutes, when it finally starts to be what the viewer expects it to be.

It's a pity Cage was born already in the era of the talkies. Here he proves with his pupils that he would be more at home in the silent film era.

The first Asian film where I would like to see a western remake. The premise is perfect, but the result does not match it, except for a few partial ideas.

A crying shame that Victoria seems so out of breath in the second half. Otherwise Vallée might surpass the standard he set with his previous movie. The thing that is absolute genius throughout is Hagen Bogdan’s camerawork. I don’t know where they found him, but I haven’t seen such sweet camerawork for years and years.

Not even a bunch of stoned niggers would appreciate these adventures of the "nigga version of Bob Saint-Clair" more than two almost uninhibited Central Europeans with paid tickets.