Meg 2 is well served by deliriously dialing up the camp factor.
At this point in the franchise, Paul W.S. Anderson is content to alight the saga on a perpetual rewind loop.
The film is a low-rent neo-noir propped up by descriptions of, rather than depictions of, sexual kink.
The fantastical milieu of Eragon may be third-class Lord of the Rings, but its story is pure Star Wars.
A piss-poor follow-up to the Paul W.S. Anderson original, but the DVD’s cover art and slip sleeve are pretty nifty.
The campy Resident Evil: Apocalypse may be brain dead, but it’s nonetheless also heartily, feverishly alive.