Directors Karrie Crouse and William Joines have constructed a bleakly sparse Western where true horror is found in the emptiness of living one’s day-to-day life on the isolated extremes.

Amber Alert may run out of gas before the finish line, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still worth climbing into the passenger seat and going along for the ride.

The filmmakers give birth to a new nightmare, one overflowing in possibilities and, it should be noted, several purposefully unanswered questions. Azrael is a blood-soaked blast.

Surprisingly funny and centered on a wonderful performance from Glowicki, Dauterman proves to be an inventive filmmaker with plenty of original ideas.

In less than 90 minutes, My Old Ass covers a lot of fertile territory, with barely a false beat and precious little nonsense.

A lot of people are going to have a grand time watching Transformers One. Sadly, I am not one of them.

This Speak No Evil may not sever the jugular, but it does leave a handful of cuts and bruises. Sometimes that’s enough. This is one of those times.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice gets so much right it’s easy to gloss over the majority of its more obvious missteps.

Was Abraham Lincoln Gay? I have no idea. But Lover of Men does a fine job of pondering this question as best it can.