The Reckoning is a frustrating misfire.

Nobody whacked me square in the face. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.

The Courier feels authentic, and that’s what matters, Wynne’s everyman journey into the unimaginable the trip of a lifetime.

Slaxx slays, and I can’t wait to size it up again sometime soon.

The creaky story leaves too much to be desired, Stay Out of the Attic a depraved psychotic freak-out built upon a weak foundation that’s constantly on the verge of collapse.

The Devil Below is one of those films where I like the concept and the idea of it more than I do the finished product.

If it wasn’t clear before I think it has to be now: Olivia Cooke is a star.

There is a touching human dimension to The Vigil that brought tears to my eyes, the ghosts of past regrets and a refusal to allow grief-stricken wounds the time they need to heal the real villain hungering to feast on damaged souls crying out in continuous pain.