Bones

May be pure trash, but it's trash made with the kind of oozy psychedelic zest that powered a movie like A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors.

A mangy and ungainly movie, a cluttered and uncreepy assembly of stale clichs, telegraphed scares and low-rent effects.

A grotesquely uneven schlockfest with large doses of bad writing and bad acting amid the delicious moments.

'Bones' is Black Giallo and it's very telling people can't understand the genre when it decenters white characters. It's another movie that is required viewing helmed by Ernest Dickerson.

Patrick Peet grew up listening to that neighborhood rhyme. His father had been friends with Jimmy Bone -- a charismatic man who kept drugs out of the neighborhood and always had money for those who needed shelter and food.

Ernest Dickerson's simultaneous tribute to Blaxploitation social horror (think J.D.'s Revenge or Sugar Hill) and the work of Mario Bava is a magnificent work of operatic cinemascope splatter.

Much better than its reputation would have you expect, Bones is a weird and impressive horror entry from Ernest Dickerson.