Malignant

Wan cheerfully draws on the extreme work of horror film aficionados such as David Cronenberg and Dario Argento as he piles on the bloody violence.

Malignant is the type of movie that requires viewers to strap in and shut up from the onset.

Malignant isn't a good movie, but the bones of its giallo salute are just outlandish enough to make one wonder if the obtuse moments are purposeful.

There's no way to watch this deranged follow-up and not conclude that Wan's back where he belongs.

Wan's final twist is so maniacal and so (and this is a compliment) deeply and thoroughly stupid that it more than makes up for the minor missteps along the way.

James Wan swings for the fences and it pays off big time. Malignant is a bonkers and bloody delight that showcases a multitude of different skills and styles Wan's honed through his horror films over the years.

It constantly alternates between being a really heavy, grounded horror film, and an over-the-top, clichéd one.

“Malignant” is not a good movie yet it still managed to impress me. It ended strong, embraced the madness and showcased some genuine talent that the average bad movie could not do. I even got some genuine laughs, which some comedies cannot coax out of me

Malignant is saved by an audacious, stunningly mounted third act, clearly a vintage James Wan in its glorious lunacy.

Wan does a great job in choreographing his ballet of blood but by that point the movie has lost all of its terror elements.