Who in their right mind would willingly watch a no-budget werewolf indie with the word “Amityville” in its title expecting anything other than B-grade badness?

“Aileen Wuornos: American Boogeywoman” can best be summed up with that “Beyond Belief” meme of Jonathan Frakes smiling. “Never happened.”

There isn’t a whole lot to say about “The Manor,” although in this case that’s only because the movie is pretty much a straightforward spookshow.

Another day, another aggressively ordinary Netflix thriller no one will talk about once the weekend comes and goes.

My tempered take on “V/H/S/94” takes a page from Homer Simpson’s review of ‘The Three Little Pigs.’ “Well, it was good, but not great.”

“Bingo Hell” brings out some smiles, some squirms, some sentimental sweetness, and some room temperature thrills.

It seemed like “No One Gets Out Alive” was set up to buck the trend of tepidly tame thrillers from Netflix. That’s not what happened.

“The Stylist” goes on an ambling ramble that doesn’t have much to say, even though it takes one hour and 45 minutes to say it.

The dreary drama is drier than an August afternoon in Palm Springs, except without any of the heat that might memorably scorch your skin.

Why does “Night of the Animated Dead” look like a single sixth-grader created a crude flip book out of notepad scribbles doodled during math class?

In the mood for a fun Halloween-themed horror anthology? Well then, rent something else, because you’ll only find rocks in “Bad Candy’s” bag.

“The Man Behind the Monster” succeeds at inspiring renewed appreciation for the actor, as viewers will come away anxious to load up their queues with the icon’s movies.

One thing I’ll give “Shelter in Place” is that it truly captures the extreme boredom of quarantining at home.

It’s an homage to every kooky cult classic that glowed like the “Raiders of the Lost Ark” idol to monster kids who grew up on video store weirdness.

Even if you had a blast with the live-action “Mortal Kombat” movie, I assure you “Battle of the Realms” is the wildest, wickedest, most fan-pleasing “Mortal Kombat” film of 2021.

“Karen” becomes a live-action comic book whose over-the-top exploitation antics are ripe for howling at your TV with eye-rolling hilarity.

Between “No Man of God” and “Ted Bundy: American Boogeyman,” the 100-minute movie about two men talking suddenly doesn’t seem like the inferior option.

The simple approach works well for the movie this is: a snack-size serving of stalker horror that slots smoothly into Shudder’s grab-and-go menu of casual chills.

A little flash of flair peeks through, even though the film feels a lot like a standard Syfy movie without the cable staple’s usual order of cheese.

For those of us who are fans of dementedly-designed miniatures, old-school animation, and midnight movie oddities, “Mad God” is a one-of-a-kind vision from a one-of-a-kind creator.