WarHunt

There are some good ideas, and Rathbone is a dashing hero. But while some of the gore is effective, the plot gets more absurdly inconsequential as events progress.

Blood-drained Nazis! Predatory witches! Mind-twisted soldiers! And Mickey Rourke in an eyepatch! Cowabunga!

An absurd and predictable schlock B-movie.

A slick production that punches above its B-movie weight, at least until the murky, drawn-out climax.

An anemic, vapid and underwhelming bore, even by B-movie standards.

With a script this bad and performances this forced, no amount of eldritch window dressing will save this experience from crashing and burning.

A monster movie at its heart... works with a combination of atmosphere, dread, and G.I. banter, straddling tired tropes with new or fun ideas... doesn't want you to look too closely at the drying paint.

A mix of fun genre zaniness -- with a tacked-on Mickey Rourke -- and snatches of ridiculously awful filmmaking, this wartime horror tale doesn't offer enough of the former to overcome the latter.

Revising history with minimal coherence or inventiveness, this World War II thriller is a lackluster genre hybrid that shortchanges both the suspense and the scares.

That Borrelli almost pulls it off, despite all of [the] obvious shortcomings, is rather surprising.