Veronica watched Singapore Sling so you don’t have to, outlining all of the worst parts of this wet and gruesome ride through Greek Tragedy and BDSM.

Empathy just one of the themes of Alan Clarke’s Scum, about England’s notorious Borstal youth detention center. It’s a harrowing watch, here to remind you that these prison systems benefit from society’s ability to look the other way when the truth becomes too uncomfortable to witness.

The beautiful and unflinchingly brutal I Saw The Devil invites the the audience to meditate on the idea of the purpose of revenge and justice – how either is served and where to draw the lines between righteous vigilante and depraved psycho.

Back Row turns four on Saturday! This past year we shifted focus a bit more to reviewing new films as they came out, but judging from our most popular articles it seems the audience wants what their hearts want: MORE BLOOD.

Ruthlessly bloody, indulgent and like watching Lars Von Trier primp in the mirror for two-and-a-half hours, The House That Jack Built is surprisingly watchable. A little insufferable, big time pretentious, but darkly funny and strangely digestible.

The experience of seeing Cats, especially at a late-night or rowdy screenings, is like trying to solve a brain-teaser in a karaoke bar on a rollercoaster. Guest contributor PJ Kryfko lays out who, what, and how of Cats, as well as why he will be watching it for the rest of his life.

Gaspar Noé’s Irreversible is known for its unflinchingly brutal rape scene, but what Veronica found more unforgivable was how boring the whole movie was.

We’re three years old today! Check out the most popular articles from our third year on this mortal coil–including I Watched It So You Don’t Have To, Hoser Horror, I Watched It So You Don’t Have To, Hoser Horror, and I Watched It So You Don’t Have To and Hoser Horror.

Liberté is as much about human nature versus society as it is about tongue versus butt. Albert Serra casts the audience in the role of the vouyer, using the act of observation as a meta commentary on nature, pleasure and freedom.

People often talk about the 80’s as the golden age of schlock (and they’re 100% right), but Carlo will always look back at the 2000s as a time when his interest in cinema hit an all-time low. This season, give her… trash!

At it’s heart, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer is a commentary on both the mutability of morality and the culpability of voyeurism. Or it’s a weirdly dark comedy, depends on how twisted your soul is.

A naked, greased-up elderly man who strangles people, eats their eyes and then scrubs off in a carwash. After watching The Greasy Strangler (2016), Veronica is not sure of anything anymore.

Jenna and Veronica bring I Watched It So You Don’t Have To segment to the podcast to discuss Gaspar Noe’s hyper violent dance-torture film Climax. They suspect this is actually the superior remake of Suspiria.

Ishtar’s reputation stinks. But do you know what stinks even more? The men that undermined director Elaine May at every opportunity throughout the production, shooting, editing and promotion of the film.

“The worst animated feature film of all time.” Argle-bargle or foofooraw? We find out!

We tend to think of Fascism as everyone “agreeing” to the same ideals, but those boundaries are rarely ever publicly decided. Instead of a commentary on what fascism does, Salo presents what it allows for.

A creepy carnival clown Hunger Games lead by Malcolm McDowell dressed as Marie Antoinette via Rob Zombie? Sadly, 31 was just a bloody, boring mess.

Myra Breckinridge is indeed a failure of an adaptation, yet I suspect the intensity of the vitriol towards this film is about something beyond just the admittedly poor direction; most likely it has more to do with the unconscious biases Vidal set out to skewer to begin with.

The charges against Martyrs range from misogyny, to torture porn, to support for getting what you want by any means necessary. It’s an unsettling and rightfully polarizing film, but I'd like to take a closer look at what exactly it is saying, and how many (if any) of these claims have validity.

La Grande Bouffe is a movie that drags out all of the worst qualities in humanity and society, mixes them with our most base and unpleasant bodily functions, and then wallows in them all like pigs in shit.