At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.

While the movie works as an atmosphere-building slow burn, the lack of substance in the story makes “Black Cab” harder to get into as a narrative.

What’s on the other side of the cellar door is far more disappointing than anyone can imagine, and so is the bland movie bearing its name.

It’s hard not to think a better heroine and a little more linearity might have earned “Last Straw” another full star.

Terry Gionoffrio’s ordeal simply seems like a trial run for what Rosemary Woodhouse experiences in a scarier, sleeker, superior movie.

Everyone else who has no problem with a fright flick that feels like “Lizzie McGuire” decided to get dark with a PG-13 Halloween special should do just fine.

Coralie Fargeat and “The Substance” showed me things I’ve never seen before alongside things I didn’t even know a movie could do.

“Don’t Move” relies heavily on serendipitous events and “you’ve got to be kidding me” behavior, which amasses an amount of disbelief not all viewers will be willing to suspend.

Emotionally charged performances make “Woman of the Hour” a consistently compelling, and occasionally unsettling, examination of violence’s often overlooked victims.

“Carved” has a creative concept. What the movie does not have is a punchy, popping personality to match its peculiar premise.

Enjoyable without being empty, and sincere without being sappy, "Mr. Crocket" manufactures a solid selection for a "31 Nights of Halloween" marathon.

Apparently, game-based horror movies are now down to simple party activities that can be played with an empty two-liter of orange Fanta.

Taken for the final product it was forced to be, it's hard to imagine any alternate 100-minute cut of this content coming out distinctly better.

Viewers who can look past how far the film bends believability should be intermittently captivated at a minimum, and possibly deeply disturbed.