For good or for bad, “Beyond the Trek” is reminiscent of the syndicated sci-fi TV boom in the 1990s.

Unless you find creaking floors and slowly opening doors to be spooky, you’re in for one excruciatingly uneventful movie.

“Jackals” has external appeal as a moderately frightening thriller, but not enough depth for scant scary movie satisfaction to last very long.

“Ghost House” is a standard vengeful ghost yarn whose only unique draw is the Thailand backdrop behind its setting and mythology.

Maybe this isn’t the “Death Note” that diehards desire.  But maybe it’s the “Death Note” that makes the most sense for the mainstream.

For a film made with favors from friends and couch cushion change, “Clowntergeist” sinks more buckets than it misses.

While you won’t be imploring friends to vault it to the top of their watch lists, “Circus Kane” works well enough for empty calorie entertainment.

As straightforward sci-fi, “Starship Troopers: Traitor of Mars” hits the right notes for an action-packed animated adventure, even if it is predictable.

Its integrity as a smart story and inventiveness as a motion picture make its overachieving attitude all the more endearing.

This is one time that the mighty Mr. Wan forgot to take off his glove before applying his usual Midas touch.

Chopping a trio of plain plotlines into one overall narrative isn’t enough of a distraction tactic to hide how predictably rote all three are.

It’s one thing for a movie to be bad. It’s another thing to be boring. To be both is simply inexcusable, and that sums up “The Domicile.”

Without any charm to its “maybe/maybe not” comedy, “WTF” only ends up as unwoke as any 21st-century teen slasher can possibly be.

Literally by way of its production, and figuratively in terms of its title character, “Dave Made a Maze” shows how far an artist can take ambition using imagination.

It’s not a story.  It’s not even scary.  It’s a series of frightening faces lunging at the camera in monochromatic night vision.

Seeing creators and collectors recall the cards so enthusiastically fires up flux capacitors of fondness using weapons-grade nostalgia.

“The Ice Cream Truck” is something like “Desperate Housewives” meets… well, I’m not exactly sure what.  The movie isn’t entirely sure either.

“Cut Shoot Kill” puts a spin on the fictional-fear-becomes-reality premise that is intermittently enjoyable, albeit ultimately ordinary.

In cases like these, I can’t quite tell if my mumbled “meh” and shrugged shoulders have more to do with the movie or with me.

“Teen Wolf” towers over pedestrian plotting and by-the-book building blocks to be an amusing star vehicle with classic 1980s charm.