While the comic book incarnation is an all-timer for its medium, this version is a middle-of-the-road movie as far as Batman’s cartoon capers go.

“Slender Man” builds itself like a toddler builds Mr. Potato Head, except with even less sense for anatomy or creativity.

I don’t think I’ve seen a microbudget movie use Spartan style for psychologically suggestive storytelling this well since Mike Flanagan’s “Absentia.”

“Alita: Battle Angel” might remind many of “Ready Player One” minus the exhausting parade of pop culture references.

“Glass” delivers a humdrum 22-page one-shot fated to be sold five-for-$1 alongside old Archie comics in a water-damaged long box.

Think along lines like “Ouija” and “The Gallows” and “DreadOut” basically plays like a supernatural Blumhouse teen thriller except in Indonesian.

My 50/100 rating purposefully erects a fence to reflect the divide between viewers who will find “Luz” creepily captivating from those who just find it tediously taxing.

“Critters Attack” is the movie “Critters” would have been if it had the modest budgetary uptick to go a little crazier with its irreverent ideas for Crite carnage.

“Sadako” plays like a pretty traditional vengeful ghost yarn that feels stylistically aligned with J-horror’s heyday.

Divorced from behind-the-scenes baggage, “Hellboy” stands independently as an eye candy epic of frightening fantasy enthusiastically embracing pure comic book carnage.

“Trespassers” is better than your average home invasion thriller. I’d go as far as saying it’s among the best that indie horror has to offer.

Here I am reviewing a fifth Robert movie, ignoring all evidence assured by the preceding four that these films are incapable of being entertaining, even accidentally.

My psychiatrist might be displeased to discover I apparently hate myself so much, I’d willingly watch a fourth ‘Robert the Doll’ movie.

Finding that middle ground, the comedic chiller takes a canted angle toward telling an angsty tale about coping with depression in a frighteningly changing world.

It’s more of an audition reel for various creatures and curses to see if any of them stick enough to warrant another spinoff.

“Child’s Play” pretends to be “about” the horrors of interconnected technology. Really, it’s just another routine killer doll movie.

Totaling together two outstanding segments, three midrange ones, and one dumb wraparound, “Nightmare Cinema” averages out to a decently entertaining feature.

Spike this plain-ish punch with spicier oomph in terms of staging and scenery and there’d be something spunkier to see here.

“The Nightmare Gallery” is another throwaway thriller whose limited lease on audience interest will expire long before this review becomes a ghost town no one visits either.

“Deep Murder” plays with every porn trope you can think of, and that’s precisely why it’s weak. It’s comedy you can come up with yourself.