I get that “Dude Bro” is half of the movie’s title, but the unendingly obnoxious macho growling and bizarre habit of yelling dialogue overplays the “brah” angle into utter irritation.

Things just don’t quite coalesce into a tone that can hit hard on the horror while still staying humorous at the same time.

“21 Days” cribs the crux of its content from “Paranormal Activity” and “The Blair Witch Project,” with a healthy portion of “The Amityville Horror” filling in the backstory for good measure.

There isn’t enough substance for those fascinated by the sleep paralysis phenomenon to engage with an interest level running any hotter than barely mild.

“All I Need” opens with intrigue before its legs buckle from the burden of fitting a circle A plotline into a B story hole.

Each existing reason to be frustrated with how “Sun Choke” gradually burrows beneath the skin through ambiguity is also a reason to be fascinated by its unconventional style.

“Some Kind of Hate” has its sights set on mood and meaning over empty scare tactics, setting it apart in the subgenre as a more mature supernatural teen slasher.

This second sequel is less about being conceptually disturbing and more about being some weirdo hybrid of “Oz” meets “Garbage Pail Kids” for visceral value alone.

“H.R. Giger’s World” ends up fitting as an apt subtitle since “Dark Star” focuses less on the man and more on the motivations molding his body of work.

“Shrew’s Nest” runs full speed at an exhilarating sprint once the tempo turns a corner, justifying the journey to get there as being worth the wait.

“The Boy” makes the most of its mood before its story becomes carried away with circling the wagons and waiting too long to go on the offensive.

“The Nightmare” capitalizes so well on its mood of escalating tension that a waxing and waning interest level in the subjects and their stories has no choice but to sit in the second chair.

The film boils down to being straightforward practically to a fault, which should please anyone eager for a simple serving of traditional creature feature creeps.

Tim Kirk and Rodney Ascher deserve points for fusing irreverent pastiche with an original horror story ... But this particular experiment in creative entertainment is more failure than success.

“Terror of Frankenstein” is ... of interest chiefly to students looking to score a C+ on a book report with a Cliff’s Notes cinema shortcut, where Universal and Hammer can only promise a failing grade.

“Cooties” is a broken film that deserves to be more enjoyable than it is, but only one hand is needed to count legitimate laughs.

“Let Us Prey” has enough going for it to be worthwhile to thriller and horror fans hungry for a hearty helping of supernatural suspense, even if that interest turns out to be passing in the end.

Herbots’ superb craftsmanship supersedes shortcomings just as perfect casting and adroit portrayals transcend a stereotypical roster of red herring suspects and traumatized victims.

Effort doesn’t always translate into entertainment, and the greenness of those involved is what shines brightest on this movie’s screen.

More interested in creeping chills than gotcha boos, "From the Dark" never lets scaled-down production design stand in the way of crafty camerawork making the most of unsettling atmosphere.