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.

There is a beauteously ruthless toxicity to Mollner’s cruel world that’s honestly glorious, and for those that get on his wavelength, Strange Darling is a great deal of malicious fun.

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.