Ghost Train (1985)
Bless the late Roberts Blossom, for elevating a Steven Spielberg pap into something more.
Bless the late Roberts Blossom, for elevating a Steven Spielberg pap into something more.
Oh god, why won’t they let this franchise die?
This one deserves a Siberian suplex to the head.
This is unexpectedly hammier, campier, and better than the first one.
Short and simple – this one sucks. Really!
A star-studded cast can’t pull this one out of the C-list.
Tad brainless, but still, good fun all around.
Oh squeal, this is exactly the story I want to have when I grow up!