Losing interest is a running theme with “Amityville Vampire.” In fact, my interest has waned so much that I don’t even feel like fin-

“Untitled Horror Movie” runs the risk of lowering your heart rate with so much quizzical boredom, your FitBit might assume you died.

“Censor” doesn’t always have the substance, but director Prano Bailey-Bond and her creative collaborators definitely supply the style.

In switching from haunted house yarns to a post-possession tale, the movie gets stuck in the slowness of a procedural investigation padded with yawn-worthy exposition.

“The Amusement Park” remains a fascinating film for fans anxious to peek at a young George A. Romero still finding his filmmaking footing.

Ignoring shaky late-stage storytelling, “Caveat” capably coughs up macabre moodiness and sinister suggestiveness like few low-budget fright films can.

The film’s unknown cast and shot-on-digital sheen give it more in common with the shagginess of “Gingerdead Man vs. Evil Bong” than with the late-night Lovecraftian allure of “Castle Freak.”

“Army of the Dead” qualifies as “big, dumb fun.” Unfortunately, it’s disproportionately heavy on two of those terms while having nearly none of the third.

“Amityville Poltergeist” is another disposable DTV’er that became an Amityville movie after the fact, meaning it has as much to do with Amityville as it does with Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Horror fans might afford “Seance’s” boilerplate boos a little more leniency when they realize it’s Simon Barrett’s feature film directorial debut.

An “I’ve been down this road before” ghost haunts “Oxygen,” holding back any ingenuity from feeling truly original or imaginative.

I equate rental prices to how much I’d pay for a drink at a bar. If I had it to do over again, I’d rather have half of a beer than 75 minutes of “Death Rink.”

As long as you have an appetite for quick, classic chills, “The Djinn” offers a modestly macabre meal you can gobble up while having dinner in the dark.

“Fried Barry” is “filthy,” and your personal proclivities for tastelessness will dictate whether that word earns the adjective “delightfully” or “despicably.”

How can I put this nicely? I don’t think I can. Bottom line, “The Lockdown Hauntings” is scatterbrained claptrap that is dull as dirt.

Even with some jagged hangnails, “Initiation” still gets a good deal of the way there as a prettily polished indie with several surprises up its sleeve.

If you forced a bot to watch 100 of the blandest indie horror movies imaginable, then had that bot generate a generic horror movie of its own, the result would be “The Resort.”

I don’t see how “Mortal Kombat” can be anything other than this movie because of how inherently silly the source material is for a live-action adaptation.

At a time when microbudget thrillers mostly play it safe, it’s worth appreciating an underdog oddball that dares to do things a little differently.

“The Power” is the kind of movie that can be described with a number of “the kind of movie that” observations.