Among the Shadows: TERRIBLE. Not quite into "so bad it's good territory," but entertainingly terrible nonetheless. Werewolves! (Kind of - their eyes glow but apparently our budget didn't extend to actually doing anything with like, fur.) Vampires! (Kind-of. There was at least one, and then I thought there were more, but those were actually wolves.) A whole weird geo-political "The United States of Europe" thing so we could have a president of Europe! Like I said, it's a mess, but probably fun to watch (and yell/laugh at) while drunk with a group of friends!
Room 203: Solid haunted house story. It was an interesting shift that it focused on two young women just entering adulthood instead of the families that a lot of haunted house stories tend to be centered around. (Probably because it was actually a haunted apartment, but still. No alcoholic asshole english professors/writers here! Although addiction is still a theme and we do have a protaganist who is a writer.)
The Body: Bwahahahahahaha. Dark comedy or comedy horror with a side of revenge. Regrettably, Harvey Guillen (I love him!) dies early on, but the rest of the doofuses trying to survive the night are well...endearing doofuses trying to survive the night. If you like that sort of thing. (I DO!)
The Girl: Welp, THAT was disturbing. Extremely messy family and small town drama.
Hope Floats: Okay, this is a horror blog, and this is obviously (at least from the thumbnail) some sort of romance. (I vaguely remember this coming out in theatres, but it was released in 1998 which puts it squarely in my "I was raising small kids so the only pop culture I remember was Blue's Clues and the Teletubbies" years.) Now, anything that is portrayed as a romance or "chick flick" (ugh, hate that term) usually gets a lot of hate, and at least some of that hate springs from misogyny. And while I love horror (obviously) I am not immune to a good love story! So I was determined to give this film an honest shot. But, it's a sacharine mess. Sandy Bullock deserved better. The plot felt kind of all over the place, and while yes, I absolutely cried (I am an easy crier) the tears felt manipulated and not just coming from a place of honest emotion - like the filmmakers were specifically *trying* to make people cry, instead of just telling a story that evoked emotion. I do not enjoy having tears running down my face and resenting having tears running down my face as an overblown soundtrack plays in the background, y'know? I went and watched "The Lost City" again afterwards, just to watch Sandra Bullock in something fun, silly, and enjoyable. (I mean, give me Channing Tatum playing a charming "himbo" any day of the week as well...)