Watching this at a drive-in theater where a grimy, crusty ass film print of this movie on a giant screen clashes with being surrounded by clear summer skies and stars around you feels like the absolute perfect and ideal way to watch this movie, and seeing the ending Penis gag on an actual 35MM print after all these years feels oddly full circle. Just kinda makes it more of a shame that the “we live in a society” nihilistic reveling…

This does the whole “horror movie about trauma and/or depression” thing decades before every single mainstream American horror movie drove that trope to the ground, and executes that brand of horror with so much more empathy and palpable sadness than all of those movies combined. Baffles me how the lasting reputation of this movie has basically just been “cool B-movie with creepy zombies!” The kind of horror movie that deserves to be played on loop at a drive-in theater in…

If Dead Reckoning was the closest thing we’ve ever gotten to an MGS 2 movie, than this is absolutely the closest thing we’ve gotten to MGS 4 thus far. Both of these are these big franchise finales spearheaded by 2 insane auteurs who have been with the series since it’s origins, going out on the messiest but most ambitious note possible for better and for worse. This even has the same editing style of randomly flashing to footage from previous installments…