“Shut In” is so paint-by-numbers and bland, even a Thomas Kinkade gallery would be embarrassed to display it.
“Capture Kill Release” doesn’t so much profile a descent into madness as it does the fracturing of a flawed marriage that happens to be framed around murder.
“Voodoo” is so wildly misconceived from idea to execution that it almost, almost, has ironic value as a batty curiosity of bizarreness.
You could make a game show out of people watching “Meatball Machine” and challenging contestants to be first to describe what the plot is.
It isn’t enough for an appreciative audience to fall in step with the film’s part Full Moon, part Troma, and part USA Up All Night style.
What starts as arm’s length intimacy gradually warms into an intriguing fireside chat about craftsmanship in the context of a specific career.
I find myself sounding like Krusty the Clown endorsing his eponymous burgers with the noncommittal comment, “I don’t mind the taste!”
“Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon” remains relevant, sharp, and the smartest satire of slasher films we’ll ever see.
I want to characterize “Dearest Sister” as a twisted take on a classic fable with an Asian frame, multicultural melodrama, and slightly supernatural twist culminating in a bloody climax.
Typical trappings of serial killer thriller meets haunted house chiller fight their way to the film’s frontlines more than anything meaningful does.
“Arbor Demon” is simply too sparse in both setup and staging to make a mark in the memory as a thriller whose teeth have bite.
I nearly overlooked “Eloise” because the title sounds like a screwball comedy with Melissa McCarthy in old age makeup playing a goofy granny.
Los Angeles can’t keep it together when the Lakers win a championship. As if the city could be this calm when facing impending Armageddon.
A predominantly two-person exorcism/haunting story done on a dime doesn’t stand much chance of being a barnburner to begin with.
Many will find “iBoy” content with convention when it could unleash the kraken of its crazy concept if only it had flair or ferocity.
Even with some dull stretches and dodgy dot-connecting, there remains a witchiness in its air that keeps “Don’t Knock Twice” creepily compelling.
Creative energy puts fun into the frights, capturing the kind of ‘anything goes’ enthusiasm that makes us want to see two franchises fused in the first place.
Like a 'hungry' on a human neck, “The Girl with All the Gifts” offers something meaty and meaningful that can be chewed on as entertainment or introspection.
“Justice League Dark” is everything I loved about animated adventures as a kid, but with a dark edge of horror appealing to more mature tastes.
“Arrival” captures the wonder of first contact in its first moments with an authentic air of astonishment, awe, apprehension, and terror.