I’m not going to lie and say that Screams of a Winter Night is some long, lost horror anthology classic. It isn’t. But the film has so much go-for-broke, let’s-put-on-a-show charm that it’s not a huge deal that a lot of this doesn’t end up working particularly well.

X is a gnarly, sexually provocative thriller that juxtaposes youthful upheaval against the inevitable ravages of old age, all of it showcased with tongue firmly in cheek and middle finger proudly unfurled.

Studio 666 is an unwieldy, mostly unfunny hodgepodge of tired horror conceits and winking, self-indulgent humor that ends up making next to no lasting impression whatsoever.

As stupendously staged as the gore-drenched violence may be, this new Texas Chainsaw Massacre still turned my stomach for all the wrong reasons.

Superhost is a lot of fun primarily thanks to Gracie Gillam’s effervescently larger-than-life performance overflowing in unhinged villainy.

This is one of those times where I wanted to enjoy the finished product far more than I actually did, and in some ways that makes Ditched even more disappointing than it would have been had it just been terrible from the jump.

WarHunt is firing blanks, and any magic it may have had vanishes at roughly the halfway mark, never to return.

I liked Scream. I had a lovely time watching it. I was also not anywhere near as enamored with the film as I have been the previous sequels, most notably Scream 2 and Scream 4.

See for Me is an entertaining little thriller featuring two strong lead performances and chilling sequences overflowing in suspense.