In a franchise that has thus far been content to allow each entry to do its own thing, one of the rare points of consistency among the Cloverfield films has been the gimmicky release. With a surprise, post-Super Bowl debut announced during the game itself, the third entry in the series, The Cloverfield Paradox, certainly carried on that tradition. However, unlike its predecessors, this one amounts to little else.   

Hipsters. Hipsters everywhere. That alone is a solid pitch for a horror movie. Hipsters are terrifying with all their smug self importance, skinny jeans and disapproving judgmental scowls at your taste in music, food and drinks. Okay, maybe I don't know that much about hipsters, but I've met people like the ones in Psychotic! and there's a morbid bit of enjoyment to be had watching them literally chew on glass. 

I'm not sure anyone could have predicted that we'd ever see a second, let alone third Hatchet movie. Yet here we with a fourth installment, Victor Crowley, doing essentially the same thing he's been doing all along--ripping off arms, stomping skulls and violently chopping up bodies with his iconic hatchet. The wheel is the same as it ever was and yet somehow the ride and all its squishy blood spewing props have never looked better. 

Following his debut feature, The Eyes of My Mother, Nicolas Pesce returns with another Sundance installment, this time in the form of Piercing, an adaptation of Ryu Murakami’s novel of the same name, who rose to fame with Audition (adapted into the now well-referenced Japanese horror film).