Hellraiser understands that suffering isn’t a black-or-white emotion. It resides in the gray areas of the human psychological condition, and is as vital for healing and survival as friendship, companionship, or even love.

Terrifier 2 is exhausting. Leone’s sequel wore me out, it’s objectionably devious nastiness too extreme even for me.

Hocus Pocus 2 has more magic than its predecessor, but that does not mean it casts a memorable or lasting spell.

For all its strengths, Smile does Dr. Cotter dirty. Worse, it made me feel culpable in her abuse. I didn’t like that. Not one single bit. In fact, I unreservedly hated it.

Pearl is a gift.

Barbarian is a leap of faith. It lets the viewer in slowly, before trapping them in a damp and dingy bunker of exploitive fright that’s almost impossible to escape.

“I think that one of the biggest things that I wanted to bring in with this film was a mix of lowbrow and highbrow that we don’t see a lot now.”
– Rebekah McKendry

As gruesomely hysterical as much of Glorious may be, the foundation of toxic masculinity it’s built upon is anything but silly, McKendry giving it the brutally grisly evisceration it deserves.

The worst thing I can think to say about any killer shark movie is that it has no personality, but that’s the situation here, Maneater a flesh-eating nightmare of aquatic monotony.