His Island Bride by Shadonna Richards
Sometimes, Canadians can be so bizarre.
Sometimes, Canadians can be so bizarre.
She’s a baby, he’s 300, and it’s love at first sight.
I see “Lovecraft”, I watch, and I despair.
The sight of the hungry crocodiles just makes me feel sad for everyone doing the special effects in this thing.
Dear Satan and Xenu and God on high, the “humor” in this thing…
It’s set in a different planet in a different time, populated by brats from a present-day sitcom. Wait, what?
Takedown? Try a pile-up, as the only way for the heroine is shrieking cray cray.
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.
Abundant overuse of stale tropes and issues makes this one a deniable commodity.