David F. Sandberg's time-loop horror clusterfuck is like watching someone play Russian Roulette with a Rubik's Cube whilst being chased by a photocopier that's achieved sentience...
Final Destination: Bloodlines isn’t bad. It's just missing the atmosphere—the creeping, skin-prickling feeling that you’re being watched by something inescapeable.
Yes, there are some solid gothic visuals. Yes, Willem Dafoe is fun. But those things don’t make up for a film that’s so self-indulgent that it...
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice delivers a few laughs and plenty of nostalgia, but it’s more of a one-time romp than a classic rewatch.
This Salem’s Lot is a fine enough way to kill a couple of hours, but it feels more like a highlight reel than a full adaptation.
This movie doesn’t reinvent the wheel; it doesn’t even polish the wheel. It just points to the wheel and hopes we remember how good it used...
The second half of the movie decides to opt for an expository dump that feels like reading the film's Wikipedia plot summary out loud.
Night Swim tries to tread water in the realm of originality, yet can't seem to shake off the chlorine-scented shadow of its Amityville-inspired roots.
"You'll Never Find Me" is an enjoyably odd journey through the human psyche, with enough quirks and twists to keep you glued to your seat.
"V/H/S/85" is a mixed bag, a collection of hits and misses that, when viewed as a whole, offers a decent if not earth-shattering addition to the...