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.

The set pieces mostly play like rejected bits from the Final Destination franchise.

It’s just not fun enough to get away with being so poorly conceived, written, and acted.

Even the kills miss their marks, hampered by the film’s PG-13 rating which strips some clever ideas of their gnarly potential. It’s a shame considering the possibilities.

Halberg and Cohen’s supernatural screenplay brings nothing new or authentic to the genre and is just another generic fright flick that shows its hand way too early on.