“The Strangers: Chapter 1” can’t stand on its own two feet since at least one more movie is necessary to make any sense out of this film’s first act.

Good luck to the guy who sued the movie for plagiarism. It should be a class-action lawsuit since any number of copycat clunkers can claim they were ripped off.

Other pieces combine for a sci-fi spectacle that is halfway decent as a live-action comic book, or as a VFX demo reel if you want to be cynical about it.

“Tarot” makes one wonder, what’s the real difference between a soulless film created by AI and a soulless film created by actual people?

“Breathe” illustrates what the end of the world might look like if the apocalypse had a budget that couldn’t afford more than three items on a fast-food value menu.

Inconsistent in its varying intentions to deliver allegory as well as entertainment, “Humane” nevertheless averages out to be an engaging exercise in post-apocalyptic theater.

I’ll gladly wolf down the cavity-causing junk food “Godzilla x Kong” entertainingly sloshes out with its ludicrously conceived ladle.

“Sting” delivers spider-centric chills like Joe Dante does horror, except with more entertainment-minded wickedness than family-friendly whimsy.

How someone who sees this in a theater or without a notepad can keep everyone and their relationships straight, I have no idea.

If you want to see impossible amounts of blood explode crimson colors like the world’s worst version of a gender reveal, well, “Abigail” at least has that.

The hook of Nic Cage in a Walking Dead wasteland is just a lure to pin people into a stripped-down drama about two brothers reconciling their differences.

“Infested” will probably be more commonly classified as a “creature feature,” though I’d say it’s more of an interesting twist on the “siege thriller” formula.

Those who wait it out should agree “Immaculate’s” fat-free 80 minutes hits the Goldilocks sweet spot for a satisfying serving of twisted entertainment.

It is moderately compelling in the moment, but it has a hard time holding up to even cursory scrutiny as far as believable “found footage” concepts go.

Some slow-burn dramas favor the slow. Some favor the burn. “Stopmotion” very much belongs in the former category.

The movie builds an immersive world inside a small space capable of sucking in anyone glamoured by its witchy cinematic spell.

Known for his Tarantino tough guys, Michael Madsen is about as appropriately cast as Dr. Frankenstein as Don Knotts would have been for Don Corleone.

Leaning into its inherent silliness might have allowed “Frogman” to come up out of the B-movie basement it belongs in.

Whatever “Madame Web” was supposed to be once upon a time could only be better than the hodgepodge of hokum this dippy disaster is.

What if the overdone horror trope of a child’s imaginary friend turning out to be an evil entity was needlessly stretched into a 100-minute feature?