Viewers who can look past how far the film bends believability should be intermittently captivated at a minimum, and possibly deeply disturbed.

"The Front Room's" primary objective appears to be to get on an audience's nerves as much as Solange tries getting on Belinda's.

Imagine the hypnotic horror of Panos Cosmatos meets David Lynch dreaminess with an arty A24 style whirled together in a macabre midnight movie.

Arguably admirable in its thematic intentions, it's harder to argue that "Here After" is ever eerie, exciting, or entertaining.

Plowing through every routine plot point imaginable, the movie is a laughable erotic thriller that's barely erotic and hardly thrilling at all.

At a time when so many indie horror hucksters are still shoving "Amityville" into their titles, it's inspiring to see Curry Barker putting in real work with an original effort.

"The Demon Disorder's" creeps mostly come quietly while the movie squares its spotlight on sibling melodrama.

It's in poor taste at best and irresponsible at worst to pin the blame on an imaginary being than the true causes of domestic violence and impoverished living.

A movie so soaked macabre mystique, it sounded like you'd risk damning your soul to the darkest depths of Hell just by daring to watch it.

Viewers are left to gnaw on the skeleton of an emaciated thriller without much meat on its sun-bleached bones.

"Oddity's" wooden man should join the "Talk to Me" hand and "Mister Babadook" pop-up book among the top props in modern horror iconography.

Compromises must have been made, leaving "We Are Zombies" to let its potential evaporate while coming up short as comedy and as horror.

“The Beast Within” aligns itself much closer to a thematic drama focused on troubled family ties than a midnight movie bursting with beasts and bloodshed.

Not since “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” has a genre movie’s title inspired such an accurate impression of the film’s contents as “Starve Acre.”

They didn’t do anything with the “Steamboat Willie” concept except slap a Mickey Mouse mask on some guy and call it a day.

It works as a captivating creeper, I’m just not sure what “MaXXXine” really has to say once its B-movie bloodshed is all said and done.

What begins as an introspective arc of an emotionally devastated person rediscovering her will to live becomes a broader story about connecting with others.