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.
I Care a Lot might be the most amoral pitch-black comedy-thriller I’ve seen this side of Joel and Ethan Coen’s Burn After Reading.
But what The Funeral Home lacks in depth it more than makes up in style.
The Night has power, its unyieldingly disquieting unease a beauteous descent into a pitch-black psychological abyss from which there may be no escape.
For a film obsessed with nailing every minute detail, it’s those small missteps that make The Little Things a vexing conundrum.
While I’m sure many will miss the mutant hillbilly cannibals of the previous series, for my money this Virginia-set Wrong Turn is the superior backwoods sojourn into mayhem and madness.
The Marksman is a ponderous slog of a tale that rarely achieves anything close to a lasting impact.