The Boogeyman is pretty okay. It's not as good as Host, but director Rob Savage puts some good creepy stuff on the screen. The sentimentality of Stephen King really grabs hold at the end, but everything mostly works.
The best moment in Beeban Kidron's To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar may be its opening in which it introduces us to Patrick Swayze, practically the masculine ideal for much of the 80's and early 90's, and proceeds to feminize him to an almost unrecognizable extent alongside another man's man, Wesley Snipes. We never see the Swayze and Snipes with whom we are already familiar again in this movie, and that's an excellent decision by Kidron and screenwriter…
Passengers is fucking gross. I don't watch trailers, so I'm not sure how much of the premise is known to the general public. With that in mind, I'll toss out a SPOILER ALERT, because I cannot talk about why this movie is awful without talking about particulars of the plot that come into play at around the 30-minute mark.
I love the opening of the film. For the first five minutes or so, we just watch the Starship Avalon hurtle…