Rutger Hauer

On Netflix now and totally worth remembering.

He was 75. And he was a legend.

Rutger Hauer faces off against C. Thomas Howell in Robert Harmon and Eric Red's horror semi-classic.

Rutger Hauer is a blind Hercules in Alicia Scherson's adaption of the Roberto Bolaño novel.

Oh geez.

A B-movie star on the rerise and a horror master on the decline will meet in front of 3D cameras. Will it turn out to be worth watching?

Rutger Hauer has a shotgun, a bottle of rotgut and revenge on his mind. The fake trailer from GRINDHOUSE becomes a movie so weird, so splattery, so over the top you won’t be sure if it’s real itself.

When I was a wee lad growing up in the suburbs of London I had a neighbour who was diagnosed with a blood condition. His doctor didn’t order him to take expensive pills and potions, oh no. He was prescribed two pints of Guinness a day. On the National Health Service. In other words, for free (because this was in that heady three year period in the 1960s when there were no prescription charges). If that’s not an argument for socialised medicine then I’m a monkey’s uncle, eek eek. These days the minimum prescription fee is more than the cost of a pint of Guinness. Progress? I don’t think so.