
Ghosts of Mars (2001)
The real horror is how forgettable it is.

The real horror is how forgettable it is.
A moral tale of patience, perfection, and tiresome martyrdom.
A snowbound horror misstep with brainless victims, bland gore, and zero chills to thrill.
Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead signals the franchise’s plunge into pure, unwatchable chaos.
Promises a Bigfoot bloodbath but delivers something far more tedious.
He can keep the girl. I don’t like the both of them.
Dear lord.
It’s a bland and forgettable thing full of plot holes.
If you’re hoping for a pot of gold, you’ll find this one’s more like a pot of lukewarm stew.
A lackluster finale, Mother of Tears stumbles where Dario Argento’s classics soared.