
Hammer of the Gods review
This is what happens when your Lord of the Rings cosplay gets overrun by Method stuntmen.

This is what happens when your Lord of the Rings cosplay gets overrun by Method stuntmen.

A confounding intellectual mystery, an enigmatic philosophical science fantasy that’s like a cinematic Moebius strip.

I’m actually angry at how little the movie even tries. There isn’t enough of anything here to pad out a brief sketch, never mind a feature-length film.

A deliciously ooky, X-Files-esque chiller that’s a scary-fun hoot and a half; a lean, smart example of the found-footage flick.

Oh, it’s horrific, all right: wooden performances and stilted exposition, punctuated by bouts of random bloody sadism.

Smart, stylish horror flick, though a standout more for its elegant performances than any original scares.

A horrifying, heartbreaking eye-opener about human inhumanity to other intelligent and emotional beings who share our planet.

I died laughing… and I’ve found a new respect for a Hollywood posse whose work I mostly haven’t enjoyed before.

Asks us to look anew — and askance — at conventions of cinematic horror while also engaging in startling satire of America’s culture of violence. (new DVD/VOD UK; also US/Can)

Is it gory? Sure. This is one of the most disgusting movies I’ve ever seen, grading strictly on a scale of blood and guts and viscera. But terrifying? Hardly.