The comedian’s directorial debut turns Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner into The Wicker Man.

Viewers who have not seen Insidious should stop reading here. You need the first one under your belt to appreciate what little there is to appreciate here.

Joss Whedon’s meta-horror movie will satisfy the gore hungry. But it’s not just another formula slasher.

No, seriously. According to NPR, millions of flies around Washington have been “attacked by a mind-controlling fungus” over the last few months, turning them into little more than doomed spreaders of a deadly curse.

With Insidious, James Wan and his longtime co-writer Leigh Whannell once again resolutely refuse to reinvent the wheel, drawing on sources from classic gothic haunted-house horror to creepy modern haunting touchstones like The Entity and Poltergeist. But even wearing all those influences proudly on its sleeve, Insidious works on its own merits, because Wan knows that what we want is to be scared, and that images glimpsed, suggested, or hinted at are orders of magnitude more unsettling than buckets of blood and viscera.

In most movie plots described as cat and mouse games, there’s a whole lot of chasing, a few close escapes, and eventual capture. But have you ever watched an actual cat play with a mouse? The catch happens pretty quickly. Then the cat stuns or injures the mouse to ensure that real escape is virtually impossible. What follows is an impossibly cruel game of hardly sporting catch, maim, release, and repeat, ending with a gruesome death and a tiny broken body placed lovingly at your doorstep as an offering.

I Saw the Devil is a cat and mouse game of the latter mold.

Here’s a drinking game for all you kids looking to get loaded in a big hurry tonight. Head over to Rotten Tomatoes, start reading reviews of Buried and every time someone uses the word “claustrophobic,” take a shot. See, I got you started with one right there. While you’re at it, take one for every review that mentions “Hitchcock,” too.

In Scream 2, screenwriter Kevin Williamson detailed some “rules” for making a successful horror sequel: bigger body count, bloodier and more elaborate deaths and to “never assume the killer is dead.” While that may be the formula for financial success in horror sequels, it rarely makes for movies that are very good. As one character in that same movie astutely observed, “sequels suck.” [REC] 2, the sequel to the surprisingly great 2007 Spanish demonic contagion film [REC] manages to avoid sucking, precisely because it ignores the rules for “success.”

“Bad food is bad. Bad books are bad. Bad movies are not always bad,” critic Scott Weinberg tells us in Best Worst Movie, an absorbing and surprisingly well-reported look back at the immortal 1989 trainwreck, Troll 2. It’s directed by Michael Paul Stephenson, who appeared in the film when he was ten years old. Any cinephile knows the truth of Weinberg’s words. It’s mediocrity that’s the real drag — your Bride Wars, your Rush…