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.

Juror #2 is a bona fide crowd-pleaser that’s guilty of being hugely entertaining.

Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece of voyeuristic suspense and the preternatural beauty of Grace Kelly remain as timeless as ever

Smile 2 made me angry.

The V/H/S series happily shows no sign of slowing down, and V/H/S/Beyond is as thrilling an entry as any that has come before it.

Directors Karrie Crouse and William Joines have constructed a bleakly sparse Western where true horror is found in the emptiness of living one’s day-to-day life on the isolated extremes.