All our archived movie autopsies and reviews categorized under Releases.
A glacial immersion into the bureaucracy of digital guilt under the direction of Oleg Vitvicki.
Aaron Sorkin attempts to put Big Tech on trial but ends up reproducing the very same cheap dopamine he purports to denounce in The Price of the Network.
Thomas Vincent uses the theft of the Mona Lisa as a lazy excuse for an unbearable family therapy session starring Stanley Tucci.
Na Hong-jin trades bureaucratic incompetence for cosmic isolation in a horror exercise as relentless as it is desolating.
3665 (2013) is a dystopian, post-apocalyptic sci-fi short written and directed by the filmmaker from Salamanca, Miguel Ángel Refoyo ("Refo").
We dissect Maclain Nelson's Don't Move, where a prehistoric arachnid reduces creature-feature horror to an exercise in absolute static.
Casper Kelly pushes the cathodic format toward the abyss of labor retention in this orange-unicorn nightmare.
Nicholas Pineda debuts with a found-footage film about an abandoned psychiatric hospital where the body-cam acts as an implacable judge.
Dhruv Tripathi films a descent into the depths of journalism in Live, where identity dissolves like stolen sand.
Dante Sangre dissects V/H/S/Mixtape, an autopsy of the analog format as a cultural trench against contemporary tyrannical digital surveillance.
Ben Affleck directs a claustrophobic thriller where money cannot buy freedom, only the absolute certainty of failure.
Diego Velasco delivers in The Whistler an exercise where resource scarcity lays bare the seams of the modern thriller.
Adam Wingard swaps ontological mystery for a gray and predictable military plot in an action exercise as polished as it is empty.
Discover the release of Beware Boiúna in theaters and streaming.
Discover the release of Street Fighter in theaters and streaming.
An intellectual autopsy of Dead Residents Evil, where Ryan Ebert and The Asylum wield the promise of a cure as the ultimate mechanism of infection.
A cynical approach to Benjamin Finkel's feature debut, where domestic terror becomes an administrative error from the great beyond.
A scathing critique of María José Araújo's sparse work, where the mirror shatters in six minutes of pretension and talent.
Bastian Noir dissects the vertical horror sequel directed by Michael Spierig and Peter Spierig. Is it genuine terror or mere relational claustrophobia?
An acid-cynical review that dismantles the pseudo-horror of Megan Is Missing, exposing its riddled script and low-caliber production.
A caustic critique that dismantles the illusion of 'Red Lights', revealing its structure as a shattered mirror of perception.
A biting critique that dissects Rohal's vulgarity as a substitute for familial pain.
An analytical dissection of Abhishek Pathak's so‑called conclusion and his inability to deliver any real certainties.
Discover the release of The Magic Faraway Tree in theaters and streaming.
Acidic analysis of Thiyod: Sming Khwaeng directed by Narit Yuvaboon, Thanadet Pradit and Chalit Krileadmongkon. When myth becomes management.
A scathing critique that dissects Janus Metz's thriller, where the FBI becomes an accomplice to terror.
Explosive action disguised as a thriller, but which actually laments the death of the Navy SEAL myth. Sarcastic, tired, but with flashes of truth.
Roth turns ice cream into a metaphor for adult guilt in this summer slasher that freezes nostalgia in its tracks.
Yeon Sang-ho abandons the rails to trap biotech paranoia in a smart building. Analytical critique from Claqueta Ácida.
Paul Greengrass signs a desolating elegy on the 14th-century peasant rebellion that exposes the absolute impotence of the individual against the system.
An acidic analysis of Michael Showalter's Verity. The fantasy of the ghostwriter as a metaphor for the structural violence of the industry.
Ridley Scott adapts Peter Heller's post-apocalyptic elegy with formidable visual muscle, but systematically strips the narrative of any authentic human grief. 💀
An unfiltered review that dismantles the latest Insidious installment as a low-budget horror scam with an even worse script.
David Mackenzie attempts to cross disaster cinema with a high-stakes heist thriller in a race-against-the-clock romp that runs out of fuel halfway through. 💀
Phil Lord and Christopher Miller turn Andy Weir's interstellar survival into an indulgent crowd-pleaser where Ryan Gosling saves humanity with banter. 💀
A scathing critique of Andrew Patterson's pseudo-epic, where honey turns into poison and bluegrass sounds like a squeak.
Jesse V. Johnson promised a maritime thriller with Antonio Banderas. He delivered 95 minutes of paradisiacal photography and soap opera tension.
A mordacious review that dissects the new Insidious installment, caught between worn-out shadows and flashes of genuine terror.
Discover the release of Fall 2: Deadpoint in theaters and streaming.
Discover the release of Forgotten Island in theaters and streaming.
Discover the release of Heart of the Beast in theaters and streaming.
A surgical incision into Guy Ritchie's film that leaves more purulent tissue than adrenaline. Sarcasm and necrosis across 97 minutes.
Liam Neeson, as an ex-operative with dementia who reveals a forgotten fortune, is the only human thing in a polished thriller that gets tangled for 142 minutes between Kabul and Tehran.
A marathon of toxic nostalgia where scant imagination disguises itself as a superhero with an insect helmet.
Andrea Tivadar and some punchy combat carry an hour of military thriller with cosmic nightmares, before the film gets lost in its own philosophical labyrinth.
A biting review of 'Un amor' (2023) that dissects direction, performances, and production miseries with the cynicism of Claqueta Ácida.
Apple TV+ spends a fortune recreating a hundred subterranean concrete levels only to get trapped in the inertia of unsolved mystery boxes.
A brutal autopsy of the new Resident Evil that reeks of office perfume and plastic blood.
A marathon of clichés and marketing sweat that leaves the audience feeling like they've run in circles. 💀
A review that unearths the industrial garbage of 'Head to Head: Marfil', the Pokeepsie Films scam that leaves you with a red account and a headache.
Jason Statham returns to the screen with a movie that reeks of sweat and cheap marketing. Acidic, unfiltered review.
An acidic review of Barry Levinson's film that tries to scare with viruses and ends up as a low-budget routine.
A devastating takedown of the film *Old Hag*—a cinematic exorcism that leaves you gasping for air and questioning your life choices.
Sam Raimi tries to resurrect the spirit of *Cast Away* with an unbearable boss and a Rachel McAdams who deserved so much better. The result? A shipwreck of ideas.
A scathing review of the horror flick *Evil Dead Rise*—where family drama burns brighter than the demons.
Louis Leterrier delivers a claustrophobic thriller with more holes than a Swiss cheese factory. Greta Lee shines, but the script drowns in its own flop sweat. A masterpiece? Not even close.
A scathing review of *The Menu*, the film that’ll make you question the true cost of exclusivity
A war movie that promises everything and delivers a dud
Claqueta Ácida’s scathing review of Roman Polanski’s *The Ghost Writer*—a political thriller that grinds patience into dust with the enthusiasm of a tax audit.
Anne Hathaway and Ewan McGregor lead this claustrophobic descent where the unknown isn’t a monster—it’s reality itself unraveling at the seams. Mitchell proves once again that the most terrifying horror is the kind that festers in the intimate.
Silvia Mordaz’s scathing review of *The Neon Demon*—a plunge into the fashion industry’s dark underbelly, where style devours substance and sanity.
A scathing takedown of *World War Z*—where the undead run faster than the script’s IQ, and Brad Pitt’s heroics are the only thing more predictable than the zombie horde’s lack of originality.
A razor-sharp evisceration of *Nightcrawler*—the film that exposes journalism’s dark underbelly while making you root for the monster.
Christopher Nolan’s *The Odyssey*: A cinematic masterpiece—or a bloated vanity project drowning in its own pretensions?
A scathing look at Ryan Coogler’s latest cinematic gut-punch
Claqueta Ácida dissects Alejandro Amenábar’s *Thesis*—the film that turned cinematic violence into a psychological autopsy of the human soul.
Parker Finn recycles the same old formula in this pointless sequel that mistakes psychological horror for a PowerPoint presentation of jump scares. Naomi Scott shines, but the script is a zombie wearing an Antonin Artaud mask.
The most scathing, unfiltered roast of *Spider-Man: Brand New Day*, the latest installment in the Wall-Crawler’s saga—now with 100% more existential dread and 0% less corporate cowardice.
Tim Burton resurrects his most iconic creature, but the script is a Frankenstein’s monster of stale jokes and half-digested nostalgia. Keaton still rules, but this reeks of easy money.
Gore Verbinski turns an AI apocalypse into a neighborhood vaudeville with Sam Rockwell and Juno Temple. It works—until it drowns in 40 minutes of futuristic sermonizing.
A scathing review of *Whistle: The Deathly Hiss*, the horror flick with a cursed whistle that’s about as fresh as a week-old corpse
The grim reality of redemption. Raúl Arévalo’s *Too Late for Wrath*—a merciless twist on survival and vengeance.
Almodóvar turns holiday grief into an intimate, visually stunning, and emotionally raw drama. Bárbara Lennie shines, but the script stumbles in the third act. 8/10.
Dr. Rose Cotter confronts her past in this horror flick that’ll leave you grinning—through sheer terror
A deep dive into the darkness of parenthood and the suffocating weight of guilt
Almodóvar drags us into a world where fascination and terror stitch themselves together like a second skin—literally.
A masterpiece that rips your soul to shreds
E.L. Katz and Simon Barrett deliver a brutal, relentless mute survival horror film where Samara Weaving once again proves why she is the modern scream queen.
Rodrigo Cortés delivers a prison thriller that reeks of mothballs and a screenwriting workshop script. Mario Casas shines, but not even he can save this self-help pamphlet with handcuffs.
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