“Sleepwalker” was developed from a seven-minute short from 2024, which explains why its 89-minute runtime goes on 81 minutes too long.

How many miles anyone gets out of “Chain Reactions” depends on individual investment not only in TCM, obviously, but in the five subjects speaking.

Compelling performances keep “Hallow Road” swimming as strongly as possible against the strong current of a drowsy pace.

If “Match” had been shot in the 1970s, it would have become a cult classic for its skin-crawling weirdness that’s still snicker-worthy in a wicked way.

It assumes everyone watching must be a dimwit too dense to understand how the most basic storytelling concepts work.

Although it leaps off a compelling springboard, “The Carpenter’s Son” lands in a shallow pool in search of more commanding material.

Compared to the pointless pap Winnie and Mickey are put through nowadays, crude Scrooge ends up looking as noble as Charles Foster Kane.

I don’t know whether to emphasize “this” or “the,” but this is the humorous holiday horror movie you definitely want to enjoy at Christmastime.

If a Vietnam War movie doesn’t include Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Fortunate Son” on its soundtrack, is it even a Vietnam War movie?

“Bone Lake” comes across as a genuinely committed attempt to craft a slick little film streaked with some slaughter and a slight touch of self-aware silliness.

“Coyotes” builds a stale-tasting nothingburger with moldy buns of humor, curdled condiments of horror, and meat missing from the middle.

Mimicking common “found footage” mistakes by merely going through the motions is the curse afflicting “Dream Eater.”

Confidently surfing a tidal wave of brazen gags, Tina Romero’s horror-comedy creates a partygoer personality as chic as its colorful characters.

Guillermo del Toro’s creative freedom to be as artistically indulgent as he wants becomes a double-edged sword in this case.

This is an unentertaining sequel that’s poorly designed as a movie, and unnecessarily plodding as a story.