Luckily for “100 Bloody Acres,” its heart is in the right place as a goofy splatterfest and the cast is having enough fun with the setup that it takes an effort to resist enjoying it right along with them.

“An American Ghost Story” is a stale slice of horror browned in an oven of amateur filmmaking with the vain hope that no one will know the difference.

 “Ritual” has its work cut out for it when it comes to engaging the impatient.  And while the answer to the question burning at the movie’s core may not be mind-blowing or earth shaking, it does fulfill the promise made by the premise in a way that makes the mouth of a slightly fiendish mind twist into a wicked smirk.

“The Descent” can sleep easy knowing that its title is safe as the reigning champion of spelunking horror. Although the literally titled “Abandoned Mine” makes a suitable PG-13 alternative.

The result is exactly what one would expect from a movie made by at least three different directors working from two different scripts between 2010 and 2013.  Resurrected like a Haitian zombie, “Dolls of Voodoo” stumbles aimlessly in a confused daze somewhere between alive and undead.

 “5 Souls” features a duo of parallel storylines that takes so long to finally intersect that it feels like watching two completely different movies simultaneously.  Any bewilderment that besets the audience is an extension of a confused script that chooses seemingly arbitrary moments to randomly leapfrog between the two tales.

Any time the opening notes of “Goodbye Horses” start playing, you just know there is about to be inescapable terror.

Effective depictions of “body horror” create the palpable sense that the science of humanity is an unavoidable curse ... A subconscious desire develops to shed the trappings of flesh as a prison for sickness, disease, and pain.  It is this fear of biology being frighteningly uncomfortable that is regrettably missing from “Errors of the Human Body.”

 “Absence” plants the seeds of taking “found footage” in potentially new and interesting directions before leaving that garden completely untended.  The film settles for tilling from the same stony soil that has already been harvested dry by better constructed and more entertaining stabs at the genre.

Writer/director Christopher MacBride’s thriller may use the “found footage” template as a launch pad, but his subject matter is a far different cry from the usual trappings of an exorcism or a haunted asylum.

Remember that classic “Saturday Night Live” sketch “Theodoric of York?” ... “Bad Milo” is that joke visualized as a full horror comedy feature, except that the small dwarf is now a demon and the stomach has been swapped for a colon.

("Gallowwalkers") is crushed under a script that generates unintended laughs when it is not busy bringing fingernails to the scalp with a confusing story and a nonsensical plot structure.

“Lost Lake” is serviceable for a low budget indie, but there is depth absent from the story and scope missing from the production that prevent the movie from being something better than merely adequate.

If “Do Not Disturb” were a partygoer attempting to engage another guest around the punchbowl, it would be a conversation one could not get out of fast enough.  “Do Not Disturb” is that insufferable variety of personality completely oblivious about just how much of a crushing bore it really is.

The other important thing to know going in is that the movie was made by a cast and crew so wet behind the ears that their heads are dunked under water.

As a story and as a “found footage” movie, “Frankenstein’s Army” leaves something to be desired. But as a spectacle of inventive insanity, “Frankenstein’s Army” is gloriously entertaining.

An enthusiast convinced that what took place at 112 Ocean Avenue indicates legitimate paranormal activity can look to the documentary and say, “see?  This guy was in the middle of the true story and he confirms that it really happened.”  While a scoffer can point to the exact same footage and reason, “see?  This guy was in the middle of the true story and he confirms that he is just another crackpot.”

Who runs the attractions at this abandoned five-ride carnival in the middle of nowhere?  The teens do, of course.  Because the smart place to be when injured and trapped in an unknown location is inside the locked cage of a salt and pepper shaker operated by an unknowledgeable 16 year old.

I would be shocked if any scene in this movie was shot more than once, because it is impossible to imagine that they had two takes to choose from and an even worse version exists somewhere ... Life is too short, even for a mediocre zombie movie.  Though being mediocre would be an improvement for “Zombie Massacre.”

To call the acting in “The Cloth” wooden would be an insult to marionettes and the lumber aisle at Home Depot ... This review can be summarized in one brief, simple sentence.  “The Cloth” is not a good film.  And frankly, that is the mildest way to put it.