The Redwood Massacre (2014)
Gee, a bunch of idiots decide to spend the night in the house of an infamous killer. What could go wrong?
Gee, a bunch of idiots decide to spend the night in the house of an infamous killer. What could go wrong?
Meeting your favorite movie hunk can be tricky when he’s dead.
All those stupid nicknames for the heroine need to stop.
Abundant overuse of stale tropes and issues makes this one a deniable commodity.
It looks like helplessness is now a virtue when you’re a romance heroine.
An annoying honeymooning couple inadvertently checks into a spider’s lair. Go, hungry spider!
Oh, here’s a slasher film with a cray cray influencer. Bet nobody has seen such a thing before!
This modern day Gothic romance-gone-awry re-imagining of a certain story of Bram Stoker is more flaccid than biting.
I like the author’s technique, I like the heroine, and… oh my god, someone please delouse the hero.
The author has the right idea: let’s spank the idiocy out of the romance heroine.