Review: Doom

The predictably heavy metal-scored film’s primary directive is to recreate the mindless mayhem of its joystick-controlled roots.

Review: Prime

The film seems to have been made so that writer-director Ben Younger can shoot all of his favorite sites in New York City.

Review: Domino

The film is so aesthetically corrupt that it makes Michael Bay’s The Island look like a Bazinian tract by comparison.

Review: The Fog

Sans John Carpenter’s gorgeous widescreen cinematography or eerily unhurried pacing, it proves successful only at blowing.

Review: Innocence

This metaphorical gothic fable about female maturation is pregnant with birth, menstruation, and orgasmic symbolism.

Review: Loggerheads

With the tiniest, most generous of building blocks, the film says so much about the way we love and repel one another.

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