
The Town That Dreaded Sundown movie review: self-slashing
This isn’t only another rote slasher movie, full of ridiculous coincidences and obvious red herrings: it’s actually worse than that, yet thinks it’s clever.

This isn’t only another rote slasher movie, full of ridiculous coincidences and obvious red herrings: it’s actually worse than that, yet thinks it’s clever.

Nearly Blazing Saddles without the jokes: all genre conventions with none of the fun, just your inescapable expectations met around every sun-blighted corner.

Thematically ambitious cloning drama wants to explore the personal ramifications of a new technology but falls down where it needs to be strongest…

Hard to believe, I know, but this is a real movie that real people have unashamedly put their names to. Because a sweet paycheck trumps human dignity.

Funky-elegant, weirdly funny, visually intoxicating. I love this movie so much for how it’s different about being more of the same old stuff we always love.

A deeply moving and very satisfying piece of entertainment that knits up seemingly disparate elements in a tapestry of family pain and pride.

Not so much a movie as a mismatched mix of dick jokes and rampant homophobia. I’m kidding: There aren’t any actual jokes here.

When director Crowe sticks to historical adventure, his film is tense and exciting. But it lacks a sense of magic that it needs to make it fully engaging.

Wannabe Christian swashbuckler throws a lot of stuff up on the screen in the hopes that something will stick as exciting and romantic. None of it does.

This high-school comedy avoids the worst clichés of the genre and resists rather than indulges the worst tendencies of adolescence. Which is a rare thing.