The beat just felt a little off, and I can’t say I think that’s going to change if I were to give Last Night in Soho a second chance to win me over in the future.

Night Teeth is Collateral with fangs by way of Stephenie Meyer and, surprisingly enough, I don’t mean any of that as a negative.

Halloween Kills knows how to jolt an audience into fits of giggly yelps of fright, and watching this iconic villain do his thing with such calmly calculated ferocity is oftentimes bone-chilling.

No Time to Die was well worth the wait.

Dementia 13 remains an oddity, but if that’s the case it’s a supremely entertaining one.

Copshop shoots up the screen with jovially pitch-black bravado.

For Kurosawa, Wife of a Spy is proof the director renowned in the late 1990s and throughout the 2000s as a modern master of horror hasn’t lost an ounce of his creative acumen.

Yakuza Princess never does enough to earn the throne.

While I have no idea if Behemoth is going to stick in my memory longer than the time it took me to write this review, I do know Sefchik’s name or his talent are items I’m going to be forgetting anytime soon.