
The Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker
Three villains, zero thrills, and more swooning than scares.

Three villains, zero thrills, and more swooning than scares.
Green screens, yellow lighting, and a plot that ends mid-sputter… what could go wrong?
Babysitting meets satanic panic in this tepid teen thriller.
Repetitive plots and missed comedic marks.
Flat and forgettable.
The heroine tries very hard to find excuses not to fall in love.
The lesson here is to make an effort to flesh out your characters before you do anything else.
These characters act like Christmas is a time of the apocalypse or something. Perspective, please.
A lukewarm adios from pop’s sleepy señor.
Is this a Marvel-ous misfire or magical mayhem?