It’s a skeleton dance party.
Having ventured out into the stormy night wearing just a pair of shorts, Mickey Mouse doesn’t think twice about entering a creepy old mansion if it offers a little relief from the rain and cold.
Once inside, however, he discovers that the place is overrun with bony hep cats, all anxious to get down with their bad selves.
Forced to play a merry tune on a piano, our hero keeps the beat boppin’ in a cartoon which looks pretty darn good for being 92 years old.
Some things are just timeless, I guess.
Still a heck of a lot of fun.
Special effects have advanced over time, but it’s hard to top the stop-motion magic conjured by Ray Harryhausen.
When the master of mayhem unleashes sword-wielding skeletons, it doesn’t really matter if you’re five or 75 — it’s thrilling.
Tracking Jason and his plucky warriors as they pursue the Golden Fleece, dodging enemies of all shapes and sizes, this is perfect matinee fodder.
While it hit theaters before my time, I kept the dream clicking, playing it on in-store TV’s at Videoville back in the day.
Just doing my part to keep cinema alive.
Welcome to the troubled years.
Struggling to stay afloat, a young Aussie lass bounces between the reality of her 1970s home life, and a surreal dream vista where her friends and family take on bold, sometimes disturbing new looks.
Lost in a forest of the mind, our heroine pursues a creature who has stolen her music box, which leads her into conflict with evil versions of her classmates, and more.
Meanwhile, back in what passes for reality, she has birthday party shenanigans to deal with.
A subtle mix of sad, funny, and touchingly sweet, this is a rare gem.
It’s something, that’s for sure.
This mix of Sturgill Simpson music and blood-soaked anime isn’t for everyone, but those who like it, will REALLY like it.
A country music twanger who strolled into straight-up rock, one of the few true rebels in modern-day Nashville lets his freak flag fly high.
Each track on the album comes accompanied by eye-popping (and often head-popping) animation, all different in style, with each one very loosely connected to what came before.
Purple death clouds swirl, Buddhist monks die in hyperviolent ways, and somewhere David Allen Coe nods his head and mumbles, “My dude!”
Old school is the best school.
When they remade this film, they had the best greenscreens available, yet the result felt fairly lifeless when compared to what the original created with stop-motion and practical effects.
While director Desmond Davis sprinkled in distinguished thespians like Maggie Smith and Laurence Olivier to class up the joint, it’s true lead Harry Hamlin is upstaged by a mechanical owl.
But we’re not really here for the L.A. Law alum.
We want Medusa droppin’ serious side-eye and a rubbery Kraken making bodies hit the floor (of the ocean), and this childhood favorite delivers in style.