A debauched Hollywood movie actor tries to piece together one wild night in Miami years earlier which remains a drug-induced blur, and soon finds out that some questions about his past are best left unanswered.
An artist slowly goes insane while struggling to pay his bills, work on his paintings, and care for his two female roommates, which leads him taking to the streets of New York after dark and randomly killing derelicts with a power drill.
Family moves to military base for the summer, but the soldiers are behaving even more strangely than usual. Is it a toxic spill as suggested or is it something more sinister?Written by
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In the opening sequences, Marti is sitting on the right side of the car looking out the window. When it cuts to show her viewpoint of the moon and passing trees, the perspective is as if she were on the left side of the car. See more »
We'll give 'em hell, Malone! We'll show 'em what the human race is really made of!
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Yet another effective take on Jack Finney's 1955 novel, this time transplanted by director Abel Ferrara to an American military base. Given the themes of the source material, the military setting is a bit on the nose, and there are certainly a few weak performances here and there that mar some of the tension. However, at its core this is a curiously effective, quietly eerie paranoid nightmare of a movie, with several genuinely unsettling scenes whose judicious use increases their effectiveness. Among the rather stiff acting, Christine Elise and Meg Tilly stand out for their distinctive performances - Tilly, in particular, goes from warmly ebullient to menacing and creepy without missing a beat, and walks away with the movie's most memorable scene ("Where you gonna go...").
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