
A definitive 7.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Regine remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, if you are the kind of person who enjoys watching older films just to see how they handled pacing before the MTV era, maybe give Regine a spin. If you prefer your movies to have, you know, a coherent point, you might find yourself checking your watch. It’s for the patient viewer. Definitely stay away if you are looking for a fast-paced thriller.
Frank Reynolds shows up and suddenly there is a blue diamond involved. It’s one of those plot points that feels like it fell out of a different movie entirely. The whole thing feels a bit like a dusty attic that hasn't been cleaned in fifty years. 🏚️
The real issue isn't the diamond. It's the brother. Every time he is on screen, the movie shifts gears into something way more awkward than the script probably intended. He isn't a diamond, obviously, but he acts like a sharp object most of the time.
There is this one moment near the middle where the dialogue just drops off a cliff. It’s like the actors forgot where they were standing. I sat there wondering if they were actually looking for the diamond or just looking for the exit sign. 🤷♂️
It’s not exactly Horse Feathers in terms of energy, that’s for sure. It lacks that zip. It feels closer to the slower, more deliberate pace of something like Grock, but without the same kind of charm. It is just sort of... there.
Sometimes you watch a movie and you feel like the director was just as tired as you are. Regine has that vibe. It’s a bit of a slog, honestly. But hey, if you like watching people argue over jewelry in period costumes, you will be in heaven. I think I’ll stick to rewatching Ex-Plumber next time I want to feel something.