The most annoying thing about The Amateur is how competent it is.

Landon shows a playfully eclectic majesty where it comes to balancing suspense, horror, humor, and general human pathos and planting them inside a scenario that’s as silly as it is inspired. Because of this and more, Drop ends up being a massive amount of fun.

A Working Man is a sleazy waste of time.

Black Bag is a dinner party game of seduction, revelation, and retribution better played without knowing all the rules beforehand.

The strangest thing about High Rollers is how unfinished it feels.

I was disappointed by this iteration of Last Breath. Chris has an incredible story. The same goes for all of those who were involved with his rescue. But I didn’t care. Not about Chris. Not about his shipmates. Not about any of it. Talk about a tragedy.

Cleaner understands the retro action-thriller assignment, and that’s what ultimately matters the most.

There’s nothing robotic about Companion.

Nosferatu left me feeling empty. It kept me at a frustrating distance, and even its tragic denouement of selfless sacrifice hit me as more perfunctory and preordained than authentically intimate.