It’s the kind of honest indie effort no critic delights in dissuading someone from seeing because its intentions are obviously good.

The movie makes sure to showcase Kong with every ounce of mammoth majesty the mighty king so rightfully deserves.

“Ghosts of Darkness” is standard spookshow stuff. Execution does all it can to be interesting. It's simply the script that only tries half as hard.

If you can get past the choppy CGI and get into the slowly smoldering mood, “The Creature Below” can be oddly intoxicating.

If your face isn’t immediately locked in an ear-to-ear Joker grin, your nostalgia meter is improperly tuned to feel the full effect of the film’s fun factor.

“Needlestick” is kind of like “Frankenstein” reimagined as a slasher film. That analogy sounds cooler in concept than it comes across in this case.

“Get Out” is an impeccable balance of self-aware satire, subtext, and suspense, and the viewer is invited to fashion a personally tailored experience.

A big part of what makes “Ring: Kanzenban” oddly transfixing is how its VHS veneer gives a great throwback vibe for a 21st-century viewing.

Does “Drifter” take place in a post-apocalyptic near future or did the brothers take the wrong freeway exit to a trailer park outside of Victorville?

We are on approach to the third decade of the 21st-century and astonishingly, ‘women in horror’ is still regarded as novelty instead of norm.

“Shut In” is so paint-by-numbers and bland, even a Thomas Kinkade gallery would be embarrassed to display it.

“Capture Kill Release” doesn’t so much profile a descent into madness as it does the fracturing of a flawed marriage that happens to be framed around murder.

“Voodoo” is so wildly misconceived from idea to execution that it almost, almost, has ironic value as a batty curiosity of bizarreness.

“Meatball Machine” is a furious frenzy of “Turbo Kid” meets Troma mixing the maniac musicians of GWAR with the tiny terrors of Full Moon’s “Puppet Master” in full-size form.

It isn’t enough for an appreciative audience to fall in step with the film’s part Full Moon, part Troma, and part USA Up All Night style.

What starts as arm’s length intimacy gradually warms into an intriguing fireside chat about craftsmanship in the context of a specific career.

I find myself sounding like Krusty the Clown endorsing his eponymous burgers with the noncommittal comment, “I don’t mind the taste!"

“Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon” remains relevant, sharp, and the smartest satire of slasher films we’ll ever see.

I want to characterize “Dearest Sister” as a twisted take on a classic fable with an Asian frame, multicultural melodrama, and slightly supernatural twist culminating in a bloody climax.

Typical trappings of serial killer thriller meets haunted house chiller fight their way to the film’s frontlines more than anything meaningful does.