Based on the tip of the fraud iceberg outlined above, you don’t need an honest review to tell you “All Through the House” doesn't deserve attention.

Even if you dug a deep hole to bury your standards, you’d resurface on the other side of the planet and still not have gone far enough to accommodate these two movies.

Could it really be possible for “Krampus: The Christmas Devil” to be worse than "Krampus: The Reckoning?" Yes. It could and it is.

The good news is you don’t need to see this movie. The bad news is I already did.

“Krampus: The Reckoning” is to Christmas horror movies what Silly Putty is to Christmas toys, except no fun at all.

“Pet” could make space for itself alongside the 20th-century tawdriness of “Fatal Attraction” or some other sinister soap opera of lunatic love.

After dangling a few misleading carrots about its star and its setup, “The Possession Experiment” takes a deep dip in quality from the seven-minute mark forward.

Describing “It Watches” as not a very good movie would be something like saying John Wayne Gacy was not a very good clown.

A nightmarishly chilling 90-minute mystery is tucked inside “Beyond the Walls,” if you're willing to go through a 140-minute mini-series to get there.

“SiREN” lands in a sweet spot of mildly wild monster movie with a dash of otherworldly appeal tailored terrifically for a fright night tinged with fun.

The movie squanders any shot at momentum due to regularly resetting the timer on uninteresting exposition and unnecessary padding buffing up already bountiful bloat.

“24x36” is a complete chronicle of the medium’s ongoing evolution from studio advertising tool to cottage industry of contemporary collectibles.

“Hell House LLC” is an average “found footage” film whose score falls on the unfavorable side of the midline because there is no outstanding reason to suggest someone see it.

“Lost Soul” tells the TMZ tale of how a force majeure superstorm of prima donna politics and broken black magic boomeranged back to poison a dream.

Some surefire ways to guarantee thing go sideways in a horror movie: stay at a roadside motel, play with a Ouija board, or try bringing a loved one back from the dead.

Just to be different, I’ll summarize “Train to Busan” by saying it’s like “Under Siege 2: Dark Territory” meets “Left 4 Dead.”

For everything a thumb or tomato can actually tell you, there may as well be a flipping coin icon instead of a number as its ‘Review Score’ rating.

It’s unabashedly artificial, yet works oh-so-well to both charm and chill anyone open to the Friday night frights of a movie engineered entirely for pure popcorn matinee thrills.

It’s a gorgeous gorge on theatrical poeticism, though that definitely doesn’t translate into the most visually arresting narrative.

“Fear Itself” is the film equivalent of a Jackson Pollock painting: a stream of consciousness spatter whose scalable artistic value is purely subjective.