Before The Expendables, Sylvester Stallone made his most expendable movie.
(Originally published in By Appointment to the Royal Gentlemen of the Empire, The Noble Huntsman’s Informative Quarter-Yearly News-Digest and Catalogue for the Procurement of Accoutrements for the Slaying of Prodigious Beasts (B.A.R.G.E.N.H.I.Q.Y.N.D.C.P.A.S.P.B.) Vol. 125, No. 2. Spring 1907.)
Ah, the ejaculation of bullet from gun-barrel. The penetration of the flesh. The agonizing moan of penetrated prey. ‘Tis enough to cause strange quiverings in my pantaloons.
A made-for-TV flick with a Nick Fury who was an even bigger star than Sam Jackson.
Hasselhoff, terrible effects and… a positive review? Is Bo off his meds again or is this movie actually good?
The first, worst version of John Carter of Mars.
Bo reports from the premiere to end all premieres.
These officially licensed cards are guaranteed to make your lovely love or grade school classmate swoon.
Bo Swidersky rounds up 2012’s must-see movies you will never see.