Author: chris

Uneven but packed with moments of brilliance—held together by Pedro Pascal, who steals every scene he’s in.

Grimy, gritty, and carried by an unhinged performance from Wings Hauser that demands attention—pure ’80s sleaze done right.

Chaotic yet ambitious, it bites off more than it can chew but earns points in my book for daring to go bigger and weirder.

Plods along without much spark, but the bizarre, unforgettable ending almost makes the wait worthwhile.

A step up in every way—still flawed, but shows real growth and vision. Curious to see where he goes next.

Strong atmosphere can’t make up for the sluggish pacing and overextended runtime. Not enough substance to justify the sprawl.

Disturbing, gripping, and elevated by a haunting turn from Sally Hawkins. Another chilling, masterful outing that lingers long after.

Slow and aimless, it builds to a reveal that feels more like a shrug than a payoff. Leaves you wondering why you bothered.

Hilariously awful movie made legendary by razor-sharp riffing—one of the show’s finest hours of absurd fun.

Starts strong with a unique hook, but the weight of its ambition trips it up. Still, it’s an interesting misstep.

Tense and tightly made, but that last 5 minutes feels very unnecessary.

Intriguing ideas and eerie style, but it meanders without ever hitting a satisfying stride. Feels like it’s missing a final act.

A bloody welcome back that shakes off the dust with new tricks and gruesome flair—fans should be pleased with the carnage.

Snaps back with inventive kills and a clever final twist—proof there’s still life in the formula when done right.

Lacks the creativity and suspense of the earlier films—feels more like a placeholder than a proper sequel.