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?

This could be a fine rump-smacking naughty read… if one can get past the hero’s antics.

Plot? Who needs one when you have incestuous cat monsters?

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.

Victorian drama meets cosmic karma in a feminist soap opera for the ages.

The lesson here is to make an effort to flesh out your characters before you do anything else.
