Returning director Andy Muschietti draws every ounce of stress out of every nail-biting sequence.
Picks itself up from a trash heap of clichés and ill-conceived casting to overcome its flawed foundation.
There’s just one major problem with the whole affair: it’s morbid.
Takes a stab at rebooting the horror franchise, but it misses the mark and only leaves flesh wounds in its feeble attempt.
Starts off with a dramatic opening scene that’s vintage Elton, but soon bogs down under the weight of an unmistakable identity crisis.
Another horror flick that makes you think as well as squirm in your seat.
Us evokes the best works of Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock and David Lynch.
Triple Frontier is reminiscent of 1999’s Three Kings, but without the humor or the thought-out plot.
This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.