Mad Max

Back when we were nine our camp counselor told us once we were older we'd think Mad Max was the best of the trilogy.

We still think the The Road Warrior's better.

The Brood

David Cronenberg likes slop, slime, and navigating the troublesome waters of sexualized body politics. The Brood likes experimental psychotherapy and deformed rage babies bludgeoning people to death with meat tenderizers and snowglobes. On the downside, you don't get Cronenberg's gross blood and sputum scenes until the finale, but on the plus you get genuine suspense and legitimate creepiness for the full ninety minutes.

The Highland Cinema loves the Crone but we weren't too hot on Rabid, his pre-Brood entry (aside from Marilyn Chambers...yowza!), so we didn't expect that much out of this one. But, hey, we were wrong. The Brood was great. My inner Joe Bob says it's "glop-tastic" with lots of parka-wearing dwarf assassins, chancre-ridden head cases, and plastic mallet fu. Highland Cinema nominations for supporting actor Robert Silverman as the cancer patient with the bad combover. Check it out.