“I never drink … wine.”
Of course, Gary Oldman may occasionally dine on other fluids, or at least that’s the gossip around the old homestead.
Having broken (quite badly) with God after his wife’s suicide, Vlad the Impaler lives on for generations in a new, even more fierce, form.
Driven by an unquenchable thirst, and a burning desire to hook up with a young and dewy Winona Ryder — who looks a lot like his dearly-departed wife — Dracula lets the fangs fly free.
Lush and operatic, Francis Ford Coppola’s revamp of a horror icon still has a lot of bite.
“Charlie don’t surf.”
The famous line, like a lot of things in this movie, has multiple meanings.
Writer John Milius said the implication is “we’ve killed them, and now we’re taking their waves.”
Plunge into a hazy, drug-fueled tale of lives being brutally ended, with each survivor looking for a small slice of personal happiness in the middle of carnage.
Martin Sheen, who suffered a heart attack while filming, enters the unforgiving jungle, intent on murdering a renegade Marlon Brando.
The end result? The viewer is left dazed and drained, forever changed by the voodoo magic of the movies.
Listen, they are out to get you.
Everyone has a secret agenda, everyone is both the danger, and in danger, in a dark, paranoia-encrusted tale of a surveillance expert losing his grip on sanity.
Gene Hackman, one of the best actors we have, descends into madness, trying to piece together crackly conversations caught on tape.
Around him, everyone from Teri Garr to Robert Duvall to a young Harrison Ford, seem to be up to no good.
Director Francis Ford Coppola, having a spectacular 1974, delivered this often-overlooked gem and The Godfather Part II to theaters in the same year.