As big a fan as I’ve been of this series since the beginning, Scream 7 stabs this franchise in the heart and puts any chance for a triumphant resurrection on life support.

How to Make a Killing latest is dead on arrival.

While there’s plenty about the director’s latest I could nitpick, the honesty that fuels Jimpa is striking, as are the electrifying performances from Colman and Mason-Hyde. I was moved.

I found The Mortuary Assistant frustrating. Even worse, I also found it forgettable.

Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” is like some crazed, hyperactive, colorfully masochistic music video interpretation, complete with pulse-pounding technopop interludes courtesy of chart-topping superstar Charli XCX.

Send Help finds Raimi and McAdams playing a gory, delectably mean-spirited game of survivor

At least it’s funny. I do have to give Mercy that.

Wild, weird, and overflowing in rich ideas, The Bone Temple is a deliciously nasty soliloquy of birth, death, and resurrection that begins like some tragically austere Puccini operetta only to climax with death metal majesty like it’s the most raucous Iron Maiden concert ever staged.

A Private Life is a lot of fun to watch.