Constrained by a low budget, this movie wisely takes the route of a faux documentary. What results is a surprisingly effective and chilling tale of the search for a town that disappeared 60 years ago. There are government cover-ups and alien agendas along the way, and despite the small production values, nothing feels overly hokey or forced. There's some Blair Witch to this movie, but not an obnoxious amount. I was genuinely creeped out by this, which was a welcome surprise.

This utterly worthless movie is pretty much just cheesy 80's Power Rangers for grown-ups. If you're drunk and with friends you might have enough fun laughing at its sheer idiocy. I watched it sober and alone, so screw this movie. Also, it's clear here that Mark Hamill isn't convinving in any role that doesn't rhyme with "Ryewalker." Jeffrey Combs is in it for a minute, so there's that. Ugh.

I enjoyed this one better than the first, probably due to the higher production values, better gore, more interesting characters and more compelling story. Not without its flaws, including just dragging in certain spots, but still a pretty solid slasher flick. Oh, and anyone who says Leatherface is one of the great cinematic killers is kidding themselves; he's little more than a sometimes menacing teddy bear in this.

The Howling's werewolf creature effects, though not as good as those of An American Werewolf in London, are actually pretty decent and scary. The problem for this movie is that there isn't enough of them and the werewolves don't really make an appearance until the final act of the movie. The snoozer of a plot isn't enough to keep your interest until then, which is a shame because those last seqences are pretty harrowing. They should have sprinkled more of those throughout the movie instead of jamming them all in at the end.