It’s never a good sign when my dominant thought is, “Should I go do some laundry?” and then not even being sure if the movie needs to be paused while I load the machine.

No one in “Terror Trips” ever does anything with a shovel, unless you count the movie digging its own grave by being across-the-board bad.

I can’t recommend “Deadware” as entertainment, although I do appreciate it as an admirable example of what a handful of people can make with next to nothing.

Reminiscent of the fragrant cheesiness of the Captain America film from 1990, “Morbius” plays like a straight-to-VHS B-movie with corners personally cut by Roger Corman.

You might have a strong urge to turn off “Unhuman” early. I wouldn’t blame you, although I would recommend sticking around to see if the twist wins you back.

Discovering “Hatching” later in life would be to anyone’s benefit because it takes having experienced growing pain-related tumult to appreciate the movie’s meaning.

I would have preferred not to recount any of this, except the fact of the matter is, how you take to “Dashcam” directly depends on how you take to Annie Hardy.

“X” becomes just an ordinary horror movie, but seasoned veterans of his films have come to, and should, expect more from a Ti West production.

Together, Quinn and Lemire make a powerful battery with the right voltage to absorb, charge, and redirect Sagal’s effortless onscreen energy.

“The Found Footage Phenomenon” easily becomes well worth a horror fan’s time and attention, which is something that can’t commonly be said of the movies in that subgenre.

“Monstrous” feels like a movie-of-the-week initially intended for Lifetime, except they didn’t want it, so someone abandoned the feeble film on a DTV doorstep.

All they came up with is another plain piece of stale white bread dropped directly into a straight-to-streaming toaster and left to burn.

Don’t tax too much thought mulling over how one single scare could develop into a full-length story. “Selfie from Hell’s” script certainly didn’t.

At least I have the saving grace of sidestepping an awkward email to a publicist where I’d have to find an eloquent way to say, “Sorry, this movie sucks.”

I see this equation employed so often in horror that I’m surprised there isn’t a shorthand term to classify this specific subgenre by now.

The animated veneer takes the edge off the uncouth absurdity while simultaneously adding an edge of flippant fun.

I wish it were deeper, and darker, than it actually is. If “Umma” had more meat, I might have more to mull over.

Its tragically horrifying ending hammers home the notion that a cult’s ongoing influence may be even deadlier than any individual deeds perpetrated by its leader.

I consider “Virus: 32” to be a solid example of a three-star film, 3.5 for me personally, and that’s really all it needs to be.

Is Netflix’s main goal to just amass scores of homogenized filler films like they’re the Borg assimilating digital content?