Was worried for a bit in the early and middle section that this fairytale haunted house as metaphor for the transition from adolescence into womanhood had nothing else to offer and was going to keep pulling dream fakeouts, but credit where it's due when this finally erupts into a Mexican folklore witchcraft/children-in-peril monster movie it delivers. Solid slimy goop FX for the witches, a strange amount of horny ritualistic violence for what's otherwise operating in the realm of a kids…

Impressively vulgar and comic drug heist-gone-wrong thriller that's formally locked into the backseat perspective of a Belgium tracksuit club bro turned driver that's less Locke (2013) than it is Wheelman (2017) or Crank (2006). I think the gimmick eventually gets a bit tired in its finale (and I didn't get much out of the emotional angle it flirts with) but for a movie that hits its credits at 80 minutes, until that point, it's pretty consistently inventive and destructive and…

Neil Marshall returning to his lean, gnarly Dog Soldiers/The Descent creature feature roots might sound too good to be true after his pretty embarrassing stint in the big-budget leagues and unfortunately I can confirm that it is. Part of the reason is that he's returned to this genre while on a strange new low-budget career venture where (following in the footsteps of power couple PWSA & Milla Jovovich) he exclusively makes movies as star vehicles for his model fiancé who, no…