Straight to Hell (2025)
Brooded. Pouted. Reshot. Wasted D’Onofrio. Forgot the Devil in the title. Ends up just… existing.

Brooded. Pouted. Reshot. Wasted D’Onofrio. Forgot the Devil in the title. Ends up just… existing.

Come for the cosmic horror, stay for the verbal waterboarding.

Isle of Joy delivers everything and nothing at once, like a designer cupcake that looks gorgeous but tastes like chalk.

Matt beats another guy into the floor while the plot trips over itself.

Daddy Fisk’s home, and he’s done being nice.

Look at the pretty Cox, and the pain will fade away…

Abnormally attracted to repetition, more like.

The most fun you’ll have in Church… until you’re excommunicated.

Remember when Paul WS Anderson was involved in actually good genre films?

Please make it stop.
