Ever so rarely there comes along a film that transcends the sublime in every way, that breaks boundaries in innovation and storytelling, that leaves you stunned and speechless, in awe of the mastery and genius on display.

It stands to reason therefore that there must also be the polar opposite, the film so dreadful in every aspect, so completely lacking in even the tiniest of redeeming features, which it utterly beggars belief that it was ever allowed to be brought to fruition. Say hello to Apartment 143. More

When Debbie Martin and her family relocate from Seattle to California thanks to husband Jim’s new job Debbie decides to take the opportunity to revive her career as a photographer. She starts in the family’s new house, a house which held an unsettling fascination for her since she first saw it. With its peculiar crystal window glass, countless mirrors and beautiful Californian sunbeams penetrating the rooms it is a photographer’s dream, but this is not all that captures Debbie’s interest. The property has a dark history, the former home of an acclaimed but mysterious artist who, along with his whole family, disappeared without a trace from that very house. More

Towering corn fields are never a good sign. I’m sure we’ve all seen and read enough horror that in the admittedly unlikely event that we were to find ourselves alone in remote 1970s hick America there would be little if anything that could induce us to step amongst the head-high corn.

Children though see the world differently. The night wind, the dark space beneath the bed, the grinning clown ornament on the side; all of these things may induce a paralysing terror but confront a moon-faced youngster with acre upon endless acre of ominous swaying crop and he’ll be into it before you can say “if you go in there we’ll never find you”. Serve him right if he stumbles across a dead girl in there really… More

The name Val Lewton is synonymous with legend as far as the golden age of Hollywood is concerned, particularly amongst horror fans, and some of his finest and most enduring pictures he produced came from his collaboration with director Jacques Tourneur. ‘The Cat People’ and ‘I Walked With A Zombie’ are perhaps the best known but of comparable merit is 1943′s ‘The Leopard Man’, the pair also teaming up again with ‘Zombie’ screenwriter Ardel Wray.

Jean Brooks and Dennis O’Keefe star as club singer Kiki Walker and her manager / publicist Jerry Manning, struggling for success in a small, poor Mexican town. When an ill- judged attempt at one-upmanship over Kiki’s rival for top-billing leads to the escape of a supposedly tame black leopard the town is put on alert and it is not long before their worst fears are been realised and a young woman is horribly mauled to death. More

“Need an Expendables style fix right now?” is the uncannily psychic opening line of the accompanying press release to Brandon Nutt’s “Hijacked“, the blu-ray that my postman struggled to cram through my letterbox on account of the glut of thick, meaty testosterone dripping from the envelope. Well yes, yes I do. And thank you Nutt and Co., that’s just what I got – no more, no less, no complaints.

A quick scan of some early user reviews throws out a bunch of 3/10 reviews at best, and comments along the line of “90 minutes I won’t get back”. Well, frankly, said reviewer wouldn’t deserve their time back even if such a wish could be granted – they’d probably spend it staring slack-jawed into the sun or posting online comments to Daily Mail articles. More

Not, alas, the long-hoped for sequel to My Name Is Bruce, this is a biopic of 20th Century icon Bruce Lee, actor and martial artist supreme.

At a time when cinemas are crawling with reboots and re-imaginings of the comic book heroes of the last century it is perhaps fitting to revisit the incredible life and career of someone who remains a true hero to many, a man capable of real-life feats that these days would keep directors busy with green-screens and wires for days.

Lee’s story, his legend even, has been told and retold time again across the media. What then does I Am Bruce Lee offer that has not been seen before? More

I love a good zombie film. In fact I love a bad zombie film. Give me, then, what touts itself as Taiwan’s first foray into this gruesome genre and I know I’m in for, one way or another, a bit of a treat.

Prior to watching Zombie 108 I knew just 2 things about Joe Chien; that he directed this film, and that he did so funded by fan contributions, both of which I learned from the accompanying blurb and the latter at least endearing him greatly to me already. I now know a 3rd thing; Joe Chien is bonkers. Stone cold certifiably bonkers, grade A quasibonko. Z108 is the most hands-down mental zombie film to exist outside of a really bad acid trip. It is like no zombie flick you’ve ever seen before, whilst also simultaneously managing to be exactly like every single other one you’ve watched. More

1993’s Totally Fucked Up marked the start of director Gregg Araki’s so-called “Teenage Apocalypse” trilogy, three films loosely connected by their themes of bizarre sub-culture teen angst culminating in Nowhere (1997). Each film though is individual and separate as far as characters and plot are concerned and other than to greater appreciate Akari’s style and sensibilities the only real benefit of having first seen Totally is an understanding of the seemingly incongruous subtitle a heterosexual movie by Gregg Araki. More

Donny Kohler is a troubled man. Tortured and controlled by his sadistic mother as a child he has grown into a socially awkward and solitary young man, spurning friendships and still living under the yoke of his domineering matriarch. But when Mother dies Donny is alone, alone and free to do as he pleases…. except that Mother isn’t really gone; her decomposing corpse still sits in her chair, her dead eyes watching Donny’s every move, her voice still ringing through his head admonishing and belittling him…. More

Parked is the debut feature from director Darragh Byrne and writer Ciaran Creagh, a moving tale of friendship found in unlikely places that belies their novice status and the film’s relatively low budget.

After numerous jobs and untold years in England, Frederick Daly (Colm Meaney) has returned home to Ireland only to find himself on the edge of destitution. Unemployed and homeless he lives in his car, perennially parked by the sea he has so recently crossed. Refused dole or assistance, his life seems to be a vicious circle of rejection and insecurity, washing in public bathrooms, and staring out to sea. More