Crispin Glover is a vampire. He just never ages. They should get him to guest on True Blood while they have a chance.

Everybody looks much better than expected.

Fake Polanski, fake Argento, fake Carpenter, fake fake fake.

You cannot make good films by making painstaking copies of other people's work. This guy is a copyist and nothing more: he hasn't got ONE ORIGINAL IDEA in his beardy head and his dialogue is beyond banal. I'm not talking about that Hollywood nonsense about snappy one-liners and attitude: I'm talking about peopel who…

Try praising House of the Dead without making some sort of inane hipster comment about how awesome the 80s were. 

OH GOD even Salon are falling for this lazy fraud. This guy's films suck. They are not remotely scary: self-referencing,
boring, hipster patiches. The problem isn't his film skills: he can set
up a shot. He just can't write worth a shit and his editing has the
pacing of cold snot, even at moments of crisis and panic.…