Randall St. George

Randall St. George, well, this guy’s name might not pop up in every Hollywood conversation, but if you’ve ever ended up deep in the late-night movie trenches, you’ve probably crossed paths with his work. “Visions of Passion” from 2003 is one of those steamy thrillers that tiptoes between mystery and straight-up guilty pleasure territory. The story sort of sways through layers of desire, obsession, and secrets—lots of dim lighting, sultry close-ups, and moments where you’re wondering if anyone’s actually going to get out unscathed, emotionally or otherwise. It’s got that early 2000s vibe: think awkwardly oversized shirts, questionable hair decisions, and a soundtrack that feels like it belongs in a lounge bar you’d only visit ironically. But then there’s “Hot Wax Zombies on Wheels” from 1999, and, man, what a title. If you’re hoping for subtlety, look elsewhere. Zombies, biker gangs, and, yes, hot wax. The whole thing runs on pure B-movie adrenaline—cheesy effects, buckets of fake blood, and that delightful sense that the cast is having way more fun than any of us could hope for. It’s campy, offbeat, and just a little bit gross in all the right ways. Honestly, you come away from it thinking, “Did I just watch a horror movie or a fever dream?” Either way, Randall St. George has his fingerprints all over these cult oddities, carving out his own noisy, wild niche in the world of underground cinema.