“Archive” neglects to plug in a script worthy of the wonderful world it builds, leaving the movie feeling as coldly sterile as a metal mass of silicon and circuitry.

A satisfyingly eerie climb to a wickedly creative conclusion combats frequent attacks from convention.

“Amityville Island” looks like it was made for less than I spend on lunch at Taco Bell, and I say that without any hyperbole.

Horror is so far past everything “Dead Voices” has to offer, the movie may as well tie a tag around its own toe.

“Masterpiece!” “Miserable!” Meet the Independent Party candidate for this year’s most divisive horror movie.

Get used to not being entirely sure what this movie is up to. I’m not sure “Browse” always knows either.

“Black Water” requires investing in vicarious living or else you’re not going to sweat the same small stuff with everyone onscreen.

With its somber setting and serious performances, nothing else in cinema tackles the terror of dementia with as much tact and creepy creativity.

Since I can’t totally tell what my personal opinion is, it seems three out of five stars is the fairest sticker to slap on the review score.

“Two Heads Creek” gets its personality from a cast of likable and unlikable weirdos describable with words like eccentric, quirky, and kooky.

Zombie fans have about as much use for a story this shallow as they do for a bottle opener when the cooler only contains cans.

“You Should Have Left” builds a movie the same way Ikea builds furniture: assembling as few simple pieces as possible according to a one-page black-and-white diagram.

Not surrendering to the persistence of its choppy charm seems to say more about one’s own stubbornness than the movie’s trouble at getting a grump to chuckle.

The film burns a hot brand with witty writing and gonzo gore whose fun-filled attitudes easily overshadow pesky technical shortcomings.

“Warning: Do Not Play” is such a straightforwardly streamlined little haunter, it doesn’t leave a lot to really dig into with detailed discussion.

Bundled with the redundant beats of Wade and Lisa’s meager “adventure,” the film tires out its audience like we’re the ones suffering in the sun.

The film plays like a “Law and Order: Criminal Intent” two-parter or similarly pedestrian police procedural that’s been tamed down to fit small screen standards.

Rather than resulting in David Lynchian disorientation, “Dreamland’s” jargon juggles a bunch of jumbled pieces that make a mess more than they ever mesh.

“Becky” becomes a twisted take on “Home Alone,” if Kevin’s kooky traps resulted in brutal bloodbaths and torn body parts.

People like labeling anthologies as “mixed bags,” but the treats in this one are all coated with the same plain milk chocolate.