While its contemporary relevance can be questioned, “Archenemy” at least has enough energy to be enjoyable, even if goofiness sometimes waters down grittiness.

“Songbird” is something of a cinematic cousin to that celebrity cover of ‘Imagine,’ i.e. perhaps good intentioned, but not exactly a powerhouse piece of well thought out entertainment.

“Blade: The Iron Cross” pours two tons of cement over Full Moon’s grave to ensure the corner-cutting company has no chance of rising to its former B-movie glory ever again.

Whether it’s being sassy, silly, stabby, or even sentimental, the breeziness behind “Freaky” makes the movie’s mixture an easy treat to swallow.

The best thing I can say about “Castle Freak” 2020 is that it feels like a “lost” Full Moon feature from the 1990s, and I mostly mean that as a compliment.

Whatever drinking game you choose, you’ll have alcohol poisoning before the 20-minute mark. Don’t worry about dying though. The boredom will have already killed you.

Picture a Lifetime movie that weirdly wonders, what if a daughter discovered mom’s too-good-to-be-true new boyfriend is secretly a shapeshifting Lovecraftian fish monster?

“The Vigil” writes an excellent essay about dealing with personal trauma that gets a little drowsy due to taking scenic sidetracks on every quiet route to a paranormal pop.

We receive a grounded story that gets to be chilling without viewers feeling like they need to visit a priest or psychiatrist to treat lasting nightmares afterward.

“Fulci for Fake” avoids becoming a plain talking head collage that feels like a bland Blu-ray bonus feature instead of a bona fide documentary.

The filmmakers know they’re not creating the next “Psycho.” As long as you’re in the market for simple suspense fare, you’ll appreciate their no-frills approach to a familiar chiller.

It’s a gift that keeps on giving, except that gift is a six-pack of socks or repurposed fruitcake, not quite the sleek and trendy PS5 you were hoping for.

Try picturing cigarette burns, a slight sepia patina, and dirty scratches clawing at the screen. Suddenly “Revenge Ride” becomes intoxicating in a bizarro cult classic kind of way.

If Netflix knew a proper way to promote, you’d have already watched “Vampires vs. the Bronx” and come to the conclusion it’s the year’s most fun fright film.

A snoozer story centered on unbelievably bland boys and girls sentenced “The New Mutants” to death long before distribution delays did.

“The Nights Before Christmas” still looks like adults playing make-believe, but at least it puts up an effort to appear like the scope is realistic.

“It Cuts Deep” puts me in a bit of a critic’s pickle. Maybe not a full-size pickle. Maybe more of a cornichon.

Because it is actually about something socially relevant, “His House’s” sincerity notches it at a significant cut above similar stories in the same space.

Even with a belly full of Skittles, suckers, and plenty of pumpkin ale, I couldn’t get enough of a boozy buzz or sugar high to find the fun I expected from “Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo.”

Anything above that would be unexpected gravy, although “Come Play” settles for a straightforward side dish of unseasoned mashed potatoes.