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

Between Backcountry, Pywacket, and now Out Come the Wolves, I suspect that heading out into the woods with director Adam MacDonald could be an exceptionally bad idea.

I felt like watching Crescent City was a waste of my time, and as far as I’m concerned that says it all.

As a straightforward monster-in-a-haunted-house variation with an exceptionally high body count, Alien: Romulus tends to be a lot of suitably nasty fun.

The hypnotically bizarre The Vourdalak is a one-of-a-kind supernatural chiller directed with stylish creativity by inventive French newcomer Adrien Beau.

Longlegs twists the knife in elegantly troubling ways.

Neon-drenched MaXXXine brings the X trilogy to a suitably bloody conclusion

A single act of kindness. A monetary instance of compassion. That’s all it takes to help someone in their darkest hour. Heck, it may even be enough to save the world.

There are no cheap jump scares. No sudden outbursts of chaos or gore. Violence is (mostly) of the psychological variety and, more to the point, almost always self-inflicted.