Tarot

Tarot is a personality-less horror that doesn’t overly concern itself with either character or plot. It’s here to deliver one thing and one thing only: cool kills.

This one's not playing with a full deck and cribs too often from better horror franchises.

Cohen and Halberg manage an admirable faith in their own movie -- delivering consistently delightful kills in a soapy story that doesn't seem insecure until the very end.

It’s trying to be everything at once, and ends up feeling flimsy, empty, and again, very, very frustrating.

Flashes of competence are not enough to distract from a sense of crushing pointlessness, more watery slop served up lukewarm for undemanding Friday night horror fans, who really ought to be demanding so much more.

There’s an honesty to this kind of pop filmmaking that’s easy to admire, even if it doesn’t necessarily make the actual movie any better.

An ineffective, shameless copy of tons of other "group of friends makes a mistake and gets stalked by a killer one by one" movies, this horror tale offers nothing new, not even a decent homage.

Filled with overused tropes, one-dimensional characters, clunky dialogue, and zero frights, its style over substance, resulting in a few impressive scenes and 92 minutes of boredom. I guess you could say horror was not in the cards.

A movie that refuses to play by its own internal logic, changes its characters' personalities for narrative convenience, and hides its greatest asset (the creature design) in the shadows. The actors are likeable, but this film is a mess.

The lack of effort to parallel its influences would not have impeded enjoyment if the genially designed demons had had some sort of context or screen time. [Full review in Spsanish]