There’s a spark of originality in Burn, though it’s near smothered by its more-than-familiar elements.
The Nightingale is a spare, brutal portrait of the realities of Australian colonialism: murder, genocide and rape.
It might only be a minor adjustment to shift a story traditionally centred on teen boys to teen girls, but it makes all the difference.
Haunted doll Annabelle is a beacon for spirits, so strap in for a whole bunch of ghouls and ghosts once she’s unleashed.
Murder Mystery anchors itself squarely in modern-day, sad-sack jean shorts Sandler – and it pays off.
Sure, it’s not great. Thing is, there’s a gem of a great idea in Dark Phoenix.
Brightburn uses a cunningly simple premise – what if Superman, but evil? – to chillingly simple effect.
What elevates Parabellum above its John Wick predecessors is a sharp sense of humour.
There’s undeniably a need for an incisive documentary on sexual assault in Hollywood. Unfortunately, Rocking the Couch is not that film.
By itself, this is a fairly generic horror film, pairing supernatural parental anxiety with Hispanic myth.