Infuriatingly sloppy and intensely awful, Eli Roth’s hopelessly derivative Borderlands is scraping below the bottom of the barrel when it comes to video game adaptations.
Gina Gershon
Eli Roth’s long awaited Thanksgiving is the type of raucous, go-for-broke, whodunnit slasher film that doesn’t get made much these days outside of the ongoing Scream franchise.
