The old Lucas/Spielberg stunt of turning B-movie peekaboos into E-ticket thrill rides remains the industry standard—to the virtual exclusion of other multiplex fare, particularly when school's out. But as not every kid who remade Raiders in Super 8 either gave up the dream or morphed into Michael Bay, there's at least one next-generation movie brat whose acrobatic genre workouts have lingered below budgetary ground zero without going straight to video hell—and his name is Neil Marshall. Just how unique is this penny-pinching wrangler of seven-foot-tall werewolves and cave-dwelling gargoyle people-eaters? Not since John Sayles and Joe Dante unleashed Piranha and The Howling on Hollywood's New Morning have two features torn open the horror movie with the cut-rate ferocity and gleeful disreputability of Marshall's Dog Soldiers and The Descent—both made without CGI or celebrities (and, as you might guess, without U.S.... More >>>