The anthology format is a tough one to wrangle. Horror Noire demonstrates how the wrangling most often goes wrong: Half the participants bring half-baked contributions, and those contributions end up bringing down the ones that cooked all the way through. I can tell you that among the horror films occupying spots on my shelf, only a few of them are anthologies*, because…well, there aren’t a whole lot of good ones.
I’ll say that what bugs me most about Horror Noire specifically is the promise that goes unrealized through most of its duration. King bummer. You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.
*Kwaidan, Creepshow, and Trick ‘r Treat, in case you’re curious.
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