Twelve Nights of Scandal by Carrie Lomax
The heroine doesn’t deserve any of the happiness that falls onto her lap.
The heroine doesn’t deserve any of the happiness that falls onto her lap.
Duller than a cloudy day.
A rushed, low-budget sequel that’s best left in the puzzle box.
Cam Gigandet, why are you torturing me with these terrible movies?
The only reasons to watch this thing are Jonathan Rhys Meyer’s pee-pee and ass.
It stumbles more than it dances.
A Weinstein cash grab masquerading as Hellraiser. Boring, un-scary, and light on Pinhead.
A slow-motion snoozefest that makes you wish for the sweet release of a Death Star blast.
This bantamweight romance doesn’t pack any punch.
Pinhead trades existential dread for cheesy one-liners and viewers trade 97 minutes of their lives for a nap. A true hell on earth.