hris Baugh’s raucous Boys from County Hell is a delightfully goofy horror-comedy filled with its fair share of blood and guts.

Can a 30-second scene right at the tail-end of a motion picture derail what had been up to that point 90 minutes of solidly creepy, emotionally authentic old-school haunted house fun? The Banishing sure made me ponder that exact question.

Dench is the Six Minutes to Midnight’s not-so-secret weapon.

What keeps Thunder Force from falling to pieces is that it’s just so pleasantly affable.

Something of an interstellar Lord of the Flies, after a somewhat rushed and lumpy start Neil Burger’s science fiction thriller Voyagers rights the ship and ends up traveling to an emotionally satisfying place.

Their face-off is a violently over-the-top slug-fest that lands the majority of its punches, and the ultimate victors are audiences who purchased a ring-side ticket to see these two warriors slug it out in the pursuit of apex predator supremacy.

Nobody whacked me square in the face. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.

The Courier feels authentic, and that’s what matters, Wynne’s everyman journey into the unimaginable the trip of a lifetime.