As magnificent as the ending may be, I wanted more (including a reason to care), and that’s game over for Boy Kills World as far as I’m concerned.

Cash Out did nothing for me, and the only thing this cinematic heist was successful at accomplishing was to steal precious time I’ll never get back.

Challengers is something truly special. I’m going to cherish this one for a very long time.

Infested is great, and I almost hate myself for watching it as it’s undoubtedly going to give me nightmares.

Abigail is a loopy, freewheeling lark that inventively reworks vampire mythology in several ingenious ways.

As narrative conflicts go, Civil War shoots too many blanks to be effective.

For those open to downbeat descents into carnage, Model House struts across the horror catwalk with cheerless confidence.

The devil is in the details, and Stevenson’s attention to all of them makes The First Omen an unforgettably sacrilegious delight.

Patel shows directorial promise, displaying a uniquely personal vision that allows Monkey Man to defy simplistic genre classifications.