Starring: Alfie Williams, Jodie Comer and Aaron Taylor-Johnson
Directed by: Danny Boyle
Rated: R
Running Time: 115 minutes
Sony Pictures

Our Score: 3.5 out of 5 Stars

It’s only fitting that “28 Years Later” arrives in the midst of global political chaos and years after a real-world pandemic (thankfully, not one involving zombies). “28 Days Later” was released in the shadow of 9/11. “28 Weeks Later” came during the era of American military overreach in a war-torn country. So naturally, the question for longtime fans becomes: how soul-crushing does it get nearly three decades into this franchise’s apocalyptic future?

Humanity—at least in the UK—still lives in fear of the Rage virus, which first escaped a chimp research facility 28 years ago. The survivors we follow now live in a fortified community on Holy Island, guarding a tidal causeway and venturing to the mainland only for essential resources. Jamie (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) is preparing his son, Spike (Alfie Williams), to become a scavenger.

Scavenging means using a bow and arrow, navigating the desolate mainland, and being capable of taking down a pack of infected in seconds. The Rage virus has evolved, and we see its grotesque aftermath throughout the film. But don’t worry—plenty of them can still sprint like Usain Bolt. While Jamie looks to instill a sense of community through violence in Spike, his son is preoccupied. Spike can’t take his mind off his ailing mother, Isla (Jodie Comer), as she writhes and moans in pain back at home.

“28 Years Later” doesn’t unfold as expected. It’s bold—not just for waiting 18 years to return to the franchise, but for rewriting elements of its core DNA. Thematically, it’s overloaded: pandemics, war, military hubris, societal collapse, parental rifts, rebirth, survivalism, even a coming-of-age arc.

This genre stew is dense; sometimes too dense. The film juxtaposes serene countryside vistas with thunderous jump scares and blood-splattered chaos. It’s like machine-gun fire in a conservatory: beautiful, jarring, relentless. And yet, somehow, it finds poetry in the mayhem. There’s an odd elegance to its grotesque vision, like discovering a basket of blood-covered puppies while fleeing through the woods. That said, audiences expecting a standard summer blockbuster (“Lilo & Stitch” or “F1”), might find it alienating. Even for someone like me, who thrives on this kind of film, I occasionally found myself questioning the more stylistic choices, especially a final teaser that feels like it’s mocking everything that came before it.

My rating may seem lower than expected, but that’s only because “28 Weeks Later” feels incomplete. The film’s legacy now hinges on how “28 Years Later: The Bone Temple” closes the franchise. A weak sequel can retroactively cheapen what came before, much like the “Matrix” sequels.

Still, while some fans may have hoped for a more expansive or catastrophic finale, “28 Years Later” goes big in a different way. Instead of going global, as “28 Weeks Later” teased, it scales down to something more intimate. The heart. It looks at devastation, death, and despair, and responds with something more meditative. Almost peaceful. Albeit with nude, flesh-hungry creatures roaming the British countryside like rabid wolves.

Starring: Benicio Del Toro, Mia Threapleton and Michael Cera
Directed by: Wes Anderson
Rated: PG-13
Running Time: 105 minutes
Focus Features

Our Score: 3.5 out of 5 Stars

Since “The Grand Budapest Hotel” in 2014, Wes Anderson fans have been chasing that perfectly symmetrical high—the kind of quirky, charming brilliance that only Anderson seems capable of. But we may have to admit: that was the peak. It’s been a decade, and while he’s delivered solid work since, nothing has quite reached the heights of “Budapest.” That said, “The Phoenician Scheme” is still a strong entry in his catalog. It hits all the Anderson notes, even if it doesn’t sing quite as sweetly.

Imagine if “The Royal Tenenbaums” had a baby with “Beirut,” and you’d get something close to The Phoenician Scheme. It plays like a living political cartoon—satirizing war-driven infrastructure plans, economic collapse, and family dysfunction with pastel flair. Zsa-Zsa Korda (Benicio Del Toro) is an aging industrialist trying to glue together the financing for his overreaching global project, while grooming his daughter, Sister Liesl (Mia Threapleton), to inherit the chaos. Along for the ride are assassination attempts, underworld syndicates, failed rail lines, a basketball game with geopolitical stakes, and Bjørn (Michael Cera), a bewildered, yet suspicious entomologist turned assistant.

For die-hard Anderson fans, this might sound like a dream. But it’s worth tempering expectations. While I enjoyed “The Phoenician Scheme” quite a bit, it never quite rises to the level of Anderson’s best. It flirts with emotional depth but can’t seem to commit. Zsa-Zsa feels more like a mustachioed “Three Stooges” character than the kind of tragic antihero Anderson has pulled off in the past.

As a pure comedy, though, the film is a delight. It’s a whirlwind of dry wit, elaborate sets, and eccentric characters firing on all cylinders. Just don’t expect the emotional gut punch of “Budapest” or “Tenenbaums.” “The Phoenician Scheme” is Anderson comfort food—odd, satisfying, and occasionally unforgettable. Maybe that’s enough.

• MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – THE FINAL RECKONING
• Starring:  Tom Cruise, Hayley Atwell and Simon Pegg
• Directed by:  Christopher McQuarrie
• Rated:  PG 13
• Running time:  2 hrs 49 mins
• Paramount

Our score:  3 out of 5

It’s probably good that “Mission: Impossible—The Final Reckoning” acknowledges its predecessors. Co-writer and director Christopher McQuarrie loads the latest and reportedly final installment of the series with links to the previous films.

Nonetheless, it’s a lot to ask viewers to spend three hours following Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) and the Impossible Mission Force team resting on their laurels.

There are still some jaw dropping stunts, but the follow-up to “Mission: Impossible—Dead Reckoning Part One” has action scenes that play like outtakes or rough drafts of the scenes that worked in the previous movies. There are only so many times Cruise can hang from plane or other fast-moving vehicle.

Despite all the death defying moments in “Dead Reckoning,” a seemingly all-powerful artificial intelligence known as The Entity is still threatening humanity despite Ethan Hunt and company surviving time bombs and dangling train compartments. The Entity is worming its way into the nuclear arsenals of countries all over the world and doesn’t have qualms about destroying its flesh and blood creators.

It has even rejected its most fanatical disciple, Gabriel (Esai Morales), who now wants to use his insider knowledge to possibly control it. If he eventually takes over The Entity, the situation could potentially be worse than a nuclear wasteland.

The task is obviously bigger than Ethan himself can handle, so Benji Dunn (Simon Pegg), Paris (Pom Klementieff), Grace (Hayley Atwell) and Luther Stickwell (Ving Rhames) have to scramble behind the scenes while Ethan dashes, leaps, swims and hangs for dear life to prevent either enemy from gaining the upper hand.

With “Dead Reckoning,” McQuarrie was probably correct when he concluded that audiences would prefer watching Tom Cruise push his body (and his stunt doubles) to the limit than to figuring out the intricacies of artificial intelligence. He created just enough fresh obstacles for the IMF team to tackle to prevent viewers from wondering how conquering physical catastrophes can stop one that lives only online.

It took a lot of effort to fill three hours with stunts and Cruise’s trademark sprinting (in his early 60s, the actor might want to try out for the Olympics). One might feel inclined McQuarrie if he and co-writer Erik Jendresen have run out fresh ways to endanger their leading man.

In McQuarrie’s world, there seems to be a proliferation of time bombs, and the tension of seeing yet another countdown diminishes when Ethan and company discover yet another explosive with a digital fuse.

In a couple of sequences, McQuarrie cleverly switches between Ethan muscling his way past yet another impediment while Benji and company struggle to ensure that their teammate’s heroics won’t be for naught. This gives the new installment momentum it could have used when McQuarrie seems a little too content to follow the series template.

At times it seems as if McQuarrie was too eager to find ways to tie this chapter to its predecessors. The call backs are occasionally fun, but more thought seems to have gone into them than in the current tale.

Perhaps “The Final Reckoning” might have been more fun if McQuarrie and company had explored the logic behind The Entity and figured out how the IMF could potentially outsmart it. With two hackers on the squad and a thoughtful U.S. President (Angela Bassett) and the hair trigger General Sidney (Nick Offerman), one would think they’d create enough real ideas to combat their artificial foe.

McQuarrie won an Oscar for his head-twisting script for “The Usual Suspects,” so he could have taken a more cerebral approach and made a movie that still delivered thrills. Since “Jack Reacher,” he has shown a formidable eye for action scenes to go with his talent for word play. The exchanges between Bassett and Offerman demonstrate he hasn’t lost his dramatic chops, but it would have been nice if he had used them more frequently.

Watching Tom Cruise, who also produced the “M:I” series, dashing toward or from danger is usually fun, but with “The Final Reckoning,” he’s not dealing with a crisis worthy of his speed. Instead he seems be taking an unwarranted victory lap.

Overall, on a scale of zero to five, “Mission: Impossible – The FInal Reckoning” receives ★★★

• KARATE KID: LEGENDS
• Starring:  Jackie Chan, Ben Wang and Ralph Macchio
• Directed by:  Jonathan Entwistle
• Rated:  PG 13
• Running time:  1 hr 34 mins
• SONY/Columbia Pictures

Our score:  3 out of 5

A young boy becomes a fish out of water when he and his mother move to a new city.  There he is bullied and only being trained in martial arts can help him.  Sound familiar?  That’s the plot of the original “Karate Kid,” released in 1884.  It’s also the plot of the new “Karate Kid: Legends,” which plays like a cross between the familiar “Karate Kid” themed films mixed with a little “Best of the Best.”  The film is entertaining, but it’s very formulaic.

The film opens with a scene from “Karate Kid Part II,” with the wise Mr. Miyagi (Pat Morita) explain the secrets of his family’s karate to his student, Daniel Larusso (Macchio).  The scene is expanded to inform the audience that Miyagi-go karate is also based in kung-fu.

China.  Enter Mr. Han (Chan), the featured teacher in the 2010 version of “The Karate Kid” starring Jaden Smith.  These days Mr. Han runs a kung-fu academy and his prize student is Li (Wang).  Li’s mother, (Ming-Na Wen) is not happy that Li is doing, having lost a son in a fight years ago.  When Li and his mother move to New York City, mom believes LI’s fighting days are over.  As Sam Kinison used to ask, “Is she RIGHT?”

Familiar, with lots of foreshadowing, “Karate Kid: Legends” obviously hopes to ride the tails of the recently ended Netflix series “Cobra Kai.”  And while the story is easy to figure out, I can’t deny that the film is entertaining.  Li meets Mia (Sadie Stanley), a local girl who works in her father’s pizzeria.  He immediately pisses off Mia’s ex-boyfriend, who just happens to be the karate champion of the city.  And so on and so on.

What makes the film enjoyable is the cast.  Wang is both a skilled fighter and endearing young man.  When he’s referred to as the “Chinese Peter Parker,” you can imagine him in the part, bringing the same youthful feel to the role that Tom Holland has.  The supporting cast is strong as well.  Ms. Stanley plays Mia as tough but tender and Joshua Jackson, who plays Mia’s father, has certainly come a long way from “The Mighty Ducks.”  As the television commercials inform you, Ralph Macchio returns as Daniel Larusso though his role is just a little larger then a cameo.

The martial arts scenes are spectacularly done, with some amazing choreography.  Chan is 71 – Macchio is 63 – but they both move like they are in their prime.

Overall, the nostalgia of the previous films is a big drawing point for the film and it’s with those fond memories in the back of your head that “Karate Kid: Legends” excels.  Another plus, you don’t have to be familiar with the “Cobra Kai series to enjoy this film but if you are you’ll be rewarded for having done so.

While my 8-year-old grandson, Hudson, told me to write it’s “the greatest movie ever made,” on a scale of zero to five I’m giving “Karate Kid: Legends”  ★★★

• MISSION:IMPOSSIBLE – THE FINAL RECKONING
• Starring:  Tom Cruise, Hayley Atwell and Simon Pegg
• Directed by:  Christopher McQuarrie
• Rated:  PG 13
• Running time:  2 hrs 49 mins
• Paramount

 Our score:  4.5 out of 5

I wonder how many of you remember the great stuntman Dar Robinson?  Robinson, along with Yakima Canut, Jean Coulter and the great Buster Keaton, who basically invented the concept, would make up the Mount Rushmore of stunt-workers, would do things no one else would even dare try.  If you’re seen the film “Sharky’s Machine,” you may remember the scene where a character doubled by Robinson went BACKWARDS out of a window of the Atlanta Hyatt Regency Hotel and, without a harness, fell 220 feet to the ground.  The year before, Robinson had jumped off the top of the CNN tower in Toronto.  I mention Mr. Robinson not only because of how he lived but sadly how he died.  While riding his motorcycle he accidentally hit the bike’s accelerator instead of the break and went off of a cliff.

Some well-known actors started their careers as stuntpeople, including Burt Reynolds, Jackie Chan and recent Oscar winner Michelle Yeoh.  Reversing that trend is Tom Cruise who, over the past four decades, has undertaken some of the most dangerous and jaw-dropping stunts ever captured on film, many of them while filming the “Mission: Impossible” film series.  And he tops them all in the latest chapter, “Final Reckoning.”

It’s been two years since we last met Ethan Hunt (Cruise) in “M:I – Dead Reckoning Part One.”  But in “film-time,” it’s only been a month.  Hunt is still on the trail of the mysterious Gabriel (Esai Morales), who has stolen a key needed to stop an A.I. type entity called, well, the Entity, from destroying the world as we know it by taking control of the nuclear arsenals of the world’s biggest superpowers.  Don’t believe me?  You could make a drinking game out of how many times “the fate of the world” is mentioned in this film.

Hunt attempts to assemble his usual team – Grace (Atwell), Benji (Pegg) and Luther (Ving Rhames) who, despite their best intentions, continue to run into lies, deceit and double-crosses.  Will Ethan and his team succeed?  After all, “the fate of the world” hangs in the balance.

Jam-packed with action, “M:I – The Final Reckoning” actually opens with a montage of Ethan Hunts greatest hits, showcasing some of the amazing adventures from the previous films in the series.  Cruise, who in my opinion may be the last great movie star, once again commands the screen and his dedication to his work, both on-screen and behind it, shows.  In this age of loud movies full of action and explosions just for the sake of being loud and having explosions, Cruise and his co-stars stand out.  There is actually an emotional element in this film that many action films lack.

The various set-pieces are skillfully directed by Christopher McQuarrie, who has not only co-written and directed the last four films in this series but has worked with Cruise on many other projects, including “Jaeck Reacher” and “Top Gun: Maverick”  He also wrote the brilliant Oscar winning script for “The Usual Suspects.”  He fills the screen with action and makes sure that the audience senses every punch, every gunshot, ever drop of adrenaline.

If the film has one drawback it may be the length.  Like “Dead Reckoning – Part One,” this film is nearly three hours long.  Many of the action scenes are extended and I don’t think the film would have suffered with a little more trimming.

That being said, this film is ana amazing way to kick the summer off with a bang!  I definitely recommend that you accept this mission.

On a scale of zero to five, “Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning” receives ★★★★ ½  

• WARFARE
• Starring:  Will Poulter and Cosmo Jarvis
• Directed by: Alex Garland and Ray Mendoza
• Rated: R
• Running time:  1 hr 35 mins
• A24

Director Samuel Fuller helmed “The Big Red One” and “The Steel Helmet” and also served in World War II. In the press book for the former movie, he observed that “To make a real war movie would be to fire at the audience from behind the screen.”

Without putting a viewer in actual danger, Alex Garland (“Ex Machina”) and Iraq War veteran Ray Mendoza capture what a tense and frightening 95 minutes in Mendoza’s life was like.

Except for a brief moment where the troops ogle young women in a rather vigorous workout tape, “Warfare” follows them as they take over a building for surveillance. They see lots of potential attackers, but a lot of they people they’re watching are simply trying to get on with their days. As false alarms keep ringing, it’s still a shock when a real grenade explodes in their midst.

They have taken casualties, but getting back to base is challenging now that the enemy have decided to stop waiting patiently. Hostile fire is coming from unexpected directions. Getting the team out of the lethal quagmire borders on being a suicide mission.

Shot and edited in what amounts to real time, “Warfare” drops a viewer into urban combat and the horror it entails. Every shot or explosion reverberates around the auditorium. The dialogue is loaded with military jargon, and when vehicles are six minutes from the scene, you could potentially set your watch accordingly.

During these moments, “Warfare” brims with tension, but Garland and Mendoza don’t do much to orient the audience into 2004 Iraq or explain the banter. The characters and their relationships are also sketchy. We don’t know who is in charge of whom or why occupying a building that seems to be an obvious target would be such a smart move.

The cast, which includes solid performers like Will Poulter (“Detroit”), but we barely learn anything about Poulter’s Eric or his life outside the war zone. D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai plays a character clearly based on Mendoza himself, but we barely get to know him or how he and his unit interact.

If we knew more about they guys in the unit, it would be easier to get involved with their struggles and to care if they survive. The situation is inherently compelling, but “Warfare” misses some of its potential because it loses its energy whenever the lethal fireworks stop.

The Iraqi family inside the building are a little better drawn than in earlier films on the War on Terror and its era. Unlike, say “Blackhawk Down,” Garland and Mendoza express concern over what happens to the residents once the occupying armies are gone. “Warfare” features a coda where one of Mendoza’s former comrades in arms visits the set. It’s one of the rare moments in the movie where emotions other than fear come into play. “Warfare” succeeds at immersing viewers in Mendoza’s tour of duty, but it might have had more impact if he and Garland had come up for air more often.

• THE AMATEUR
• Starring: Rami Malek, Laurence Fishburne
• Directed by: James Hawes
• Rating: PG-13
• Running Time: 2 hrs 2 mins
• 20th Century Studios

Our score:  2 out of 5

There is a saying that everything after Shakespeare is redundant. Perhaps, but originality coupled with creativity in the non-independent/foreign language film universe has become an endangered species. Major studios are quick to attach a number 2, or 3, or 4, etc. at the end of a title. Animated classics are being turned into live-action versions at every turn as part of a money grab. So, when the trailer images of the revenge crime thriller “The Amateur” first flickered across the silver screen at the movie theater, I could not help but be excited as it appeared to be something different. Maybe unique even if it was based upon the 1981 novel of the same name by American novelist Robert Littell. However, I found myself disappointed.

“The Amateur,” which was first adapted to the Canadian silver screen in 1981 starring John Savage and Christopher Plummer, comes across as amateurish. Directed by James Hawes (“One Life”), it is filled with more plot holes than a downtown side street after a season of winter plowing and salt spreading. Relationships are underdeveloped. Character motivations are sketchy at best. Some characters come and go without reason. The action is flimsy, and the suspense is near non-existent because you know from almost the get-go who the real bad guy is, which is partly due to casting an actor who typically plays villains.

In brief, because I don’t want to waste too much of your time, Charlie Heller (Oscar winner Rami Malek, “Bohemian Rhapsody”) is a brilliant CIA agent who works in its Decryption and Analysis division. One day, he receives encrypted files from an anonymous source. In those files is incriminating evidence that implicates CIA Deputy Director Alex Moore (Holt McCallany, “The Wrath of Man”) in acts that amount to treason. Soon thereafter, Charlie’s wife, Sarah (two-time Golden Globe winner Rachel Brosnahan, “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel”) is killed in a bank robbery gone wrong in Europe.

Determined to go after the killers himself, Charlie blackmails Deputy Director Moore into letting him get training under no-nonsense Col. Robert Henderson (Oscar nominee Laurence Fishburne, “The Matrix”). However, it becomes clear to Col. Henderson that Charlie cannot handle a gun or even has the makeup to kill someone. In the meantime, Deputy Director Moore puts out an order for Col. Henderson to eliminate Charlie. The mistake they all make with Charlie is underestimating him as he sets out alone to Europe to track down those responsible for murdering his wife.

Director Hawes makes it clear that Charlie is haunted by the memory of his wife, but he never builds up their relationship enough to help us feel what he is going through. The lack of suspense as to who the real villain is adds to a sense of boredom while watching the film. Furthermore, the action and elaborate schemes of vengeance are less than thrilling. (I would recommend watching “Jason Bourne” or “Taken” instead.) Henderson’s motivations are all over the place and Jon Bernthal of “The Accountant” and “The Punisher” fame is completely wasted with a brief role that leaves you scratching your head over. Lastly, while Malek dove into his role, his performance is underwhelming. Disappointment is the best one-word description.

“The Amateur” receives ★★ out of five.

• THE ELECTRIC STATE
• Starring: Chris Pratt, Millie Bobby Brown
• Directed by: Anthony and Joe Russo
• Rating: PG-13
• Running Time: 2 hrs 5 mins
• Netflix

Our score: 1 out of 5

Let me state this clearly, there is nothing electrifying about the newish science fiction flick, “The Electric State”, now streaming on Netflix. Directed by brothers Anthony and Joe Russo, best known for helming 2018’s “Avengers: Infinity War” and 2019’s “Avengers: Endgame”, “The Electric State” fails to deliver on multiple levels. While visually it is fun to watch, the story is a discombobulated mess with dialogue that comes across as stilted and acting that is barely watchable. It is, in fact, so mediocre that it becomes forgettable. It’s also emblematic of what’s wrong with cinema today. Although it is based upon a 2018 science fiction novel by Swedish artist Simon Stalenhag, “The Electric State” comes across as a mish mash amalgamation of other sci-fi films like “I Robot”.

In brief, the story does a quick montage of past events to show us that in 1990, a war between humans and robots erupted after the latter, who had been used as slave labor for decades, began thinking for themselves. Protests by the robots led to conflict with humans on the losing side until Neurocaster Technology was created by CEO Ethan Skate (Stanley Tucci, “Captain America: The First Avenger”), which allowed humans to use stronger robots to defeat the other robots. Afterwards, the defeated, led by Mr. Peanut (voiced by Woody Harrelson, “Venom”), were all sent to a fortified exclusion zone in the desert.

Flash forward to the present where nearly everyone has become addicted to using Neurocasters, which means huge profits for Skate. Michelle Greene (Millie Bobby Brown, “Stranger Things”) struggles to make it through each day with the memory of her parents and brother dying in a car crash. However, when an old robot finds her, she learns that her younger brother is alive via a life support device developed by Skate that enables him to use her brother’s brain to keep his Neurocaster business going. Michelle ends up enlisting the help a former soldier (Chris Pratt, “Guardians of the Galaxy”) to rally the robots in the exclusion zone and bring down the villainous Skate and save her brother.

There is more to the story, of course, but it’s too painful to write about because it is just so bad. Well, maybe not as bad as the new “Snow White” movie, which had a worse score than “Human Centipede 2”. Anyway, “The Electric State” is another misfire for Brown after dismal “Damsel” flick while Pratt plays his character as if he is a slightly smarter Star Lord. The action sequences are boring, the story is predictable, and it lacks any real emotions. Someone should have pulled the plug on this project before it ever got off the ground.

“The Electric State” receives ★ out of five.

Starring: Nicolas Cage, Julian McMahon and Nic Cassim
Directed by: Lorcan Finnegan
Rated: R
Running Time: 103 minutes
Roadside Attractions

Our Score: 2.5 out of 5 Stars

It’ll be a sad day when an entire year passes without a new Nicolas Cage movie—whether it’s a trashy B-movie, an unexpected indie gem, or whatever random script manages to land on his doorstep. Even the bad Cage movies manage to warm my heart… sometimes like an impending heart attack. Enter “The Surfer,” where Cage plays a broker returning to his childhood town with two goals: buy a house and surf with his son.

Standing in his way? What can only be described as the town’s bullies on crack—both literally and metaphorically. Julian McMahon, channeling an Australian Andrew Tate, leads a ragtag gang of meatheads steeped in toxic masculinity. That’s trouble enough, but things escalate when it becomes clear the local police are tangled up in the same surfer bro cult, making life even more difficult for Cage as things spiral into violence and psychological warfare.

“The Surfer” loves toying with our perceptions. Is Cage truly living through this bizarre mess, or is it all in his head? The film merges meditative Cage with rage Cage, and while the combination is compelling at first, the movie loses steam by failing to commit to either mode. Some scenes hit with shocking, offbeat delight. Others feel like they’re straining under the weight of their own metaphors.

Without Cage, a film like “The Surfer” would be ridiculed for its ridiculousness. But Cage gives it a strange buoyancy, even as the runtime sags and the central theme starts to bludgeon the audience long after we’ve already “gotten it.” While I mildly enjoyed the experience, I’m not sure I’d ever watch The Surfer again—and that’s saying something. Because even when Cage stars in a five-alarm dumpster fire, I usually find myself coming back just to smile at the absurdity. “The Surfer” is certainly absurd, but it takes itself too seriously to let Cage truly ham it up—or give us a character we want to endlessly root for.

Starring: Kai Lennox, Sarah Lind and Zachary Ray Sherman
Directed by: Joshua Erkman
Rated: NR
Running Time: 102 minutes
Dark Sky Films

Our Score: 2 out of 5 Stars

Alex (Kai Lennox) wanders through an abandoned theater, searching for the perfect shot. We watch as he lingers in every decrepit corner, looking for his visual muse among moldy wallpaper and darkened shadows. He finds it. Moves on. Now he’s driving through an equally desolate neighborhood, scouting for his next muse. That’s how “A Desert” begins—and as time goes on, the narrative seems to elude him just as much as it eludes us.

Alex is trying to revive his stalled career and reignite a lost creative spark by going off the grid—leaving his phone behind, detaching from the modern world. That means he has no GPS, no lifeline if something goes wrong. And something does go wrong when Renny (Zachary Ray Sherman) and Susie Q (Ashley B. Smith), a strange couple in the motel room next to his, decide they want to become more than just noisy neighbors.

The problem I kept running into with “A Desert” is that it often feels like nothing is really happening—and I couldn’t bring myself to care much about Alex’s plight. I kept waiting for that visual cue or “ah-ha” moment to illuminate the story, to reward the slow burn. But as the film inches toward its climax, it stretches patience to the breaking point.

To be fair, first-time director Joshua Erkman throws in just enough curveballs to keep me guessing. His eye for detail is strong—each scene feels meticulously composed, even if we’re never quite sure where we’re going. The actors are so fully immersed in their characters that the chaos feels tangible and lived-in. But like I said from the start, the narrative is the biggest mystery here.

I might have enjoyed or even recommended “A Desert” if it didn’t feel like I was piecing together a puzzle with several missing pieces. Visually and performance-wise, the film has a lot going for it. It hints at a deeper meaning, an overarching point to the madness. But by the time the credits rolled, I felt like both my patience—and that point—had vanished in the dust.

Starring: Crispin Glover, Sunnyi Mells and Fionnula Flanagan
Directed by: Tallulah Hazekamp Schwab
Rated: NR
Running Time: 94 minutes

Our Score: 2.5 out of 5 Stars

Even knowing this review might lean negative, I thought to myself, “I need to write about “Mr. K.”” For a peek behind the curtain, sometimes I skip reviewing bad films. Why? Because not every debut—or in this case, every film—needs to be the defining highlight of a director’s career. Just ask James Cameron. There’s often value in unpacking what didn’t work, even if you never quite reach an answer. Sometimes, trying to make sense of a creative misfire is rewarding in its own way.

“Mr. K” follows its titular character (Crispin Glover), a traveling magician whose best days are clearly behind him. After performing a show where no one in the audience seems remotely interested, he checks into a once-grand hotel that, much like him, has seen better days. The place feels like a retired athlete being honored at a ceremony moments before being wheeled into a nursing home. What “Mr. K” doesn’t realize—until waking up after what seems like a peaceful night’s rest—is that he might never leave.

The hotel is bizarre. A band plays endlessly in the halls. Veins, literally, pulse beneath the wallpaper. The kitchen staff live and work in an increasingly distraught state of pure squalor. Mr. K seems like the only person not on some sort of hallucinogenic, despite offering no insight or solution to the chaos he stumbles through. The film itself morphs constantly, dipping into themes of capitalism, democracy, social class, cosmic philosophy, and—probably—other things I missed.

So what’s the issue? It’s not that “Mr. K” is bad—it’s that I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re the kind of person who enjoys films that you might end up loathing. I know when I enjoy a “bad” movie, and I also know when I don’t enjoy something that’s probably meant for a niche audience. “Mr. K” isn’t remotely mainstream, and its message might not be meant for me. But what keeps me from disliking it outright is that I want to tune into the frequency of people who admire it.

Glover, for his part, is no stranger to weird. For every mainstream hit he’s been in—”Back to the Future,” “Charlie’s Angels”—he’s also taken swings in oddball projects like “Willard” or “Hot Tub Time Machine.” Watching him play a philosophical, socially detached weirdo just feels…right. So I found myself constantly wondering if there was more beneath the surface.

So what’s the verdict? If I had to answer honestly: hung jury. I could just as easily rate this 1.5 out of 5 or 3.5 out of 5. I swing back and forth between the parts I admired and the parts that deeply frustrated me. Writing about it helped me process it, which sometimes happens when you sit with a film. Sometimes I circle back and say, “Throw this all out.” Other times, “Nailed it.” This time, I’m standing by what I’ve written, even if it reads like an incomplete thought about an incomplete film.

“Mr. K” is frustrating. It asks for patience when it has little of its own. It asks for understanding without offering clarity. It lifts itself up only to contradict what it just said. It’s a journey, and in many ways, it constantly challenges you to reflect on your own. Your own viewpoints. Your own framework for what a story—even a strange one—should be. “Mr. K” is shouting something. The question is: do you want to listen?

Starring: Pedro Pascal, Ben Mendelsohn and Jay Ellis
Directed by: Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck
Rated: R
Running Time: 106 minutes
Lionsgate

Our Score: 4 out 5 Stars

It’s hard not to think about “Pulp Fiction” when watching “Freaky Tales,” a genre-hopping film set in Oakland, California, during the summer of 1987. Both films feature several interwoven stories, a jukebox of killer tracks, stellar performances, and a nostalgic-yet-modern vibe. While “Freaky Tales” isn’t trying to rewrite cinematic history like “Pulp Fiction” did, it’s the kind of wild, eclectic ride that will light up packed theaters and spark conversations as audiences try to figure out how an NBA star, a raspy debt collector, a rap duo, and a punk show that turns into a literal interpretation of “Nazi Punks Fuck Off” are all connected.

Without giving too much away, the film presents four tales—each seemingly from different creative head spaces but all part of the same cinematic DNA. The opening story sets the tone: a group of straight-edge punk rockers decide that non-violence isn’t cutting it when it comes to Neo-Nazis. From there, we meet a rap duo trying to balance their day jobs slinging ice cream to racist cops with preparing for the battle rap of their lives, a debt collector who’s finally chosen family over dirty money, and an NBA star at a pivotal crossroads both on and off the court.

The soundtrack is key—it’s like a mixtape curated by someone with multiple personalities, shifting genres as effortlessly as the stories themselves. Does it all work together? I’d say yes, even if a rewatch would help catch some of the connective tissue I probably missed the first time. Do the stories work individually? Mostly. If there’s a weak link, it’s the rap duo segment—not because it’s bad, but because it lacks the bloody sting or gritty edge that gives the other stories their punch. The comedy is there, but the stakes feel lower.

While Pedro Pascal is the obvious standout—because of course he is—Jay Ellis and Ben Mendelsohn stand out from the background that they gnaw scenery from. Special shoutout to Ji-young Yoo and the late Angus Cloud, both of whom make the most of their limited screen time. The cast across the board taps into the film’s tone, embracing their characters’ quirks while pushing the stories forward. Even the cameos pop with a quirky, subversive energy.

“Freaky Tales” isn’t flawless, but it radiates radical confidence. It doesn’t just tell stories—it plays with them, shifting styles and tones in ways that might confuse some viewers but will absolutely thrill the ones who vibe with its energy. It’s messy, bold, and totally committed to the bit—and that’s what makes it worth watching.

Starring: Tim Connolly, William Hinson, and Emma Nossal
Directed by: Tim Connolly
Rated: NR
Running Time: 109 minutes

Our Score: 3 out of 5 Stars

There’s an overused horror marketing line that always makes me roll my eyes: “Nothing can prepare you…” It’s usually attached to something so terrifying it promises you’ll need a change of pants by the end. But with “Black Theta,” I can confidently say that nothing can prepare you for how damn funny it is.

I say that because the trailer and poster had me expecting another paint-by-numbers slasher. Instead, “Black Theta” goes for the jugular—and the funny bone. Andy (played by director/writer Tim Connolly) attends a trauma support group, one of the few people there with some genuinely horrifying baggage. Years earlier, he narrowly survived an attack by a masked intruder who murdered one of his friends. Now, he and his fellow group members are about to find themselves in another nightmare: a murderous cult has them in its crosshairs.

Beyond its obvious homages, “Black Theta” feels like a queer send-up of horror tropes, packed with sharp one-liners that either made me laugh out loud or left a mile-wide grin on my face. Comedy is notoriously difficult to pull off, especially in indie horror, but the cast here nails it—balancing absurdity with legitimate horror critique in a way that’s effortlessly entertaining.

That said, the movie doesn’t just lean on laughs. The finale delivers the blood-soaked goods with a series of creative and satisfying kills. If I have one big critique, it’s the runtime. At nearly 110 minutes, there’s a noticeable lull between the setup—where characters are introduced and positioned like pawns on a chessboard—and the eventual slaughter. Tightening it up to a sub-90-minute runtime would’ve made the pacing sharper and the film even more effective.

Still, Tim Connolly deserves serious props. He acts, writes, directs, and (from the looks of it) probably ran craft services too. “Black Theta” is a riotous homage to slashers that somehow finds a fresh voice in a genre that’s constantly recycling itself. What’s even more impressive is that Connolly clearly has the chops to go darker, bloodier, or more serious in future projects. And who knows—maybe he already has. After all, “Black Theta” is his third film.

Starring: Kue Lawrence, Kai Cech, and Max Malas
Directed by: Daniel DelPurgatorio
Rated: NR
Running Time: 92 minutes

Our Score: 4 out of 5 Stars

As someone pointed out during the Q&A following the world premiere of “Marshmallow” at Panic Fest 2025, director Daniel DelPurgatorio broke a few unspoken rules with his debut feature: making a horror movie that’s set almost entirely at night at a summer camp and a cast filled with actual kids and preteens. That would be a logistical nightmare for most filmmakers, but DelPurgatorio handles it all with a confidence that feels effortless. More importantly, he makes a clear statement: he’s a visionary horror director worth watching—and worth buying advance tickets for.

Morgan (Kue Lawrence) isn’t thrilled about his first summer camp experience. He already struggles to make friends in his neighborhood, and he’s carrying trauma on two fronts. Before the events of the film, Morgan narrowly escaped death, while his grandfather—the one adult in his life who truly understood him—didn’t. Now, sent off to camp without his emotional anchor, Morgan faces bullies, shaky friendships, a maybe-summer-girlfriend, and a potential killer lurking in the dead of night. But it’s just Morgan’s trauma feeding off an old campfire tale told every year, right?

With a pulsating score, expertly timed jump scares, and a mystery that unravels in clever, unexpected ways, “Marshmallow” quickly reveals itself to be more than just another camp slasher. It’s also a sharp, funny coming-of-age story. Morgan is instantly likeable—you root for him the moment he’s introduced—and when the bullies show up, you want to jump into the screen and defend him yourself. His friend Dirk (Max Malas) nearly steals every scene he’s in. In fact, it’s impressive that in a movie featuring Broken Lizard alum Paul Soter as the camp leader, it’s Malas who ends up with the biggest comedic moments. Malas is like an impressive opening band that suddenly has the headliner re-examining themselves.

Even though most of the cast is made up of kids, the film doesn’t shy away from violence—but it never crosses a line into exploitation. The pain feels real, but not manipulative. The balance is impressive: the scares and stakes hit hard, but so do the emotional beats. As the story builds toward its climax, “Marshmallow” doesn’t lose steam. Instead, it smacks the audience with a series of satisfying, genuinely surprising revelations that deepen the story and make us root even harder for these characters. For that, credit goes to screenwriter Andy Greskoviak.

Honestly, credit goes all around. There are so many horror films where child actors sink the production or where the filmmakers don’t quite know what to do with them. But “Marshmallow” threads that needle with textbook precision. In some ways, “Marshmallow” is a lot like last year’s “In a Violent Nature,” both offer up a fresh take on slasher tropes we know and love, while helping modernize a genre that sometimes feels like it has nothing better to do than live in the 80s.

Starring: Betsy Sligh, Amna Vegha and Erin O’Meara
Directed by: Ehrland Hollingsworth
Rated: NR
Running Time: 77 minutes

Our Score: 3 out of 5 Stars

Why does anyone even babysit anymore? Babysitters have been horror film targets for over five decades, and in 2025, they’re still ripe for terror and mischief. “Dooba Dooba” peels back a new, modern layer of that age-old trope with a found-footage babysitter horror twist that creeps its way under your skin.

As far as I can tell, “Dooba Dooba” might be the first babysitter horror told entirely through found footage. The film captures Amna’s (Amna Vegha) horrific night of babysitting Monroe (Betsy Sligh) via a series of strategically placed cameras throughout the house. Why so many cameras? Because Monroe’s brother was murdered in his bed—just feet away from her—by an unknown intruder when she was younger. The trauma runs deep, and now the family uses the phrase “”Dooba Dooba”” as a safe word. Anyone walking around the house has to say it so Monroe knows they’re a friend, not a threat.

But once the parents leave and the babysitting begins, it’s clear that something is off. Monroe’s mood swings veer from endearing to unsettling. She acts strangely when Amna isn’t in the room, and the sheer number of cameras—some of which feel unnecessarily voyeuristic—adds to the growing sense of unease. The film leans into that discomfort, using the surveillance footage not just as a storytelling tool, but as part of the horror itself.

At a brisk 77 minutes, the movie builds tension smartly, blending glimpses into Amna and Monroe’s psyches with eerie VHS-style visuals. You’ll get clunky middle school PowerPoint presentations on serial killers, jittery archival footage of American politicians, and grainy imagery that recalls the last gasps of a dying tape deck. It evokes the same feeling “Paranormal Activity” did when it first hit—the sense that even though you know it’s fiction, it still feels real. Much of that realism is thanks to Betsy Sligh’s unnerving and excellent performance.

By the time the film ends, you’ll likely be left with questions—and maybe a few holes you’ll want to poke in the plot. But ultimately, there’s something admirable here: a film that proves you don’t need a massive budget, complex effects, or elaborate scares to build dread. With a basic setup, basic equipment, and a deceptively simple idea, “Dooba Dooba” manages to deliver a CCTV-fueled nightmare.