Movie Rating: R

For a dark film that seems to relish the shadows, it sure turns on the lights at inconvenient times.

Jolt is frustrating in that it doesn’t give its audience much to root for.

Werewolves Within is a strange beast. So to speak.

Between the foul language, terrifying images and bodies being torn apart, it feels like Spiral deserves an NC-17 rating.

The most disturbing element here is the demonic activity that seeps into nearly every minute of this unnecessarily long movie.

There’s a lot about our heroine worth commending—just as there’s a lot about her, and the film itself, that isn’t.

Summertime tries to offer a glimmer of hope to characters who are hurting and confused.

A dribbling smorgasbord of gore, exposed teen flesh and enough nasty profanity to make a curse-casting witch feel outclassed.

To put it bluntly, this is the kind of film that will flash-burn today and be forgotten in a puff …

Tailor-made to be what Hollywood believes a teen audience should be consuming nowadays.

While the film can be twisty and satisfying, the lack of any real praise-worthy behavior feels a bit criminal in …

This pic ends up feeling unnecessarily slimy.

I was surprised by the redemptive messages I found—along with a bunch of severed demon heads.

The exceedingly profane language and percussive pummeling batters you as roughly as the hero pounds Russian street thugs.

The Lovebirds is like The Amazing Race—but with dead people.