Frank Ochieng
Lets face factsit is inevitable that bad horror films and the new beginning of a movie season go together as systematically as skeleton bones to an unmarked grave. In either case, both scenarios are routinely realized and does not look to change at any time in the immediate future. Director William Brent Bells (The Devil Inside) latest banal boofest The Boy is basically business as usual in terms of registering as a flaccid fright fable pitted in the dumping ground of released duds in the relatively new year. In essence, The Boy is one stillborn terrorizing tyke born out of artificial and tired creepy conventions.
Sure, The Boy has its share of atmospheric chills and, as a production, it exudes a tension-filled anxiousness courte...