The Boy (2016)

There's only so much she can do once the movie around her devolves into the usual barrage of jump scares, but Cohan maintains her composure even as Greta loses hers.

[It] aims to set itself squarely in the fictional canon of Chucky and its brethren, but it ends up trying to do so much that it forgets to scare us.

"The Boy" didn't screen for critics, but it's actually a pretty sturdy genre effort. Nearly free of gore... [the film] is careful and clever about revealing what Brahms really is, for he's certainly got a mind and will of his own.

It's awkward and strange but never shamelessly over-the-top enough to serve as a guilty pleasure.

It ... has enough scary moments to satisfy horror fans, but you're left wondering whether it might have been more disturbing had it stayed on its original path.

If only writer Stacey Menear and director William Brent Bell took the very real horrors of domestic abuse as seriously as they do the virtual horror of paranormal activity.

Some decent jump scares here and there, but the best part of the whole ordeal is watching Cohan keep an admirably straight face through this nonsense.

Fans of Cohan and spooky flicks will find plenty to enjoy here - enough to give a positive recommendation for - but it will always feel like a missed opportunity not getting to see what we really hoped for.

Yeah. It's a little contrived.

With a little more courage and a lot more craft, Brahms could have been the next Chucky or Annabelle. Instead the little creep is as harmless as a rag doll.

The doldrums of January horror continue with The Boy, another subpar genre offering.

A pretty decent horror movie during the first hour, but a cheap cop out ending destroys all the good work that was made during the beginning. [Full review in Spanish]