Dench is the Six Minutes to Midnight’s not-so-secret weapon.

Something of an interstellar Lord of the Flies, after a somewhat rushed and lumpy start Neil Burger’s science fiction thriller Voyagers rights the ship and ends up traveling to an emotionally satisfying place.

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.