This formula generally yields a specious, antiseptic procession of latter day boulevardiers slumming in Kryolan mud while expertly communicating the filmmakers’ snooty contempt for horror fans.
"Centurion" is a fun trip into genre territory led by a director with a fan’s passion for the material, but it never really rises above that.
"Red Hill" combines Aussie Western sensibilities with horror's pacing for a potent revenge flick.
Director J.T. Petty has a unique and interesting voice and a yen to tell stories that possess a good deal of freshness.
Horror films need a set of rules.
“White Dog” is a blunt and unflinching look at the roots of racism as well as a narrative debate about the “curablity” of racism.
Our 7-year cinematic nightmare comes to an end. Hopefully.
As luck would have it the pixiedust or space amoeba is actually a galactic monster named Yog that possesses other organisms for evil purposes, often swelling them to Brobdingnagian proportions.
“Life Blood” is the worst Rob Zombie movie Rob Zombie didn’t make.
A puzzling too-late sequel to a throwaway too-late Asian horror cash in
Ultimately, there’s very little reason for me to recommend this.
Maybe it’s just sour grapes because I was hoping for “Cthulu on a Plane”, but for me this film felt like a very special Halloween episode of One Tree Hill.
Eventually, the new lovebirds end up having sex on top of She's dead husband's grave (naturally), awakening his corpse, and things quickly spiral out of control in various sexy, gory, and hilarious ways.
“Isolation” is a somber, humorless film that takes deadly moocows very seriously.
Bully to Cherilyn Wilson for being so willing to have her ta-tas cleansed twice on screen in her first feature film role...
With "My Soul to Take," Wes Craven's legacy takes another hit.
Maybe that’s the role of nostalgia; to keep past feelings around long enough so that you can sort out the other details of events, over time.
“The Horde” takes a potentially winning premise and blows it by never being anything more than a decent-looking but unspectacular braindead shambler in the already crowded throng of zombie movies.
"Case 39" has trouble figuring out what it wants to be, ending up with very little.
Matt Reeves takes "Let the Right One In" to 1980s New Mexico. Did it work?
Anyone who can’t have some fun on this ride probably hates amusement parks, doesn’t snicker at fart noises, and thinks that “Avatar” was the best movie ever because it made the most money.
Who could kill a child? Turns out most of us, pretty easily in fact.
It's a baby, FROM HELL!