For those interested in a little wild west action inserted into their horror, Aaron B. Koontz’s The Pale Door is worth lassoing.
This Valley Girl musical remake was a lot easier to watch the second time around. I’m still a little frustrated by the film, but not nearly as egregiously so as I was earlier this year.
Pilcher and Thomas do a fine job bringing their stories to life, A Call to Spy a sublime testament to unheralded heroics which should have been documented long before now.
Once Upon a River is a redemptive tale caked in catastrophic mistakes which lead to terrifying consequences, some of which will leave lasting psychological scars while others conceal the potential for a rejuvenated rebirth that might lead to unforeseen future happiness.
Spontaneous raucously combusts like no other horror-comedy this year.
Quinto provides an instant jolt of electricity I did not see coming. There is an effortlessness to his line delivery that held me spellbound.
Sean Durkin’s The Nest is a stinging marital drama that’s nothing short of superb.
Alone is crackerjack white-knuckle entertainment, and personally I cannot wait to see it again.
As excellent as the performances might be and as competent as the filmmaking undeniably is, this story never rang true to me, and I can’t help but believe that even under the best of viewing conditions Blackbird would have left me frustratingly cold.