While I can't say what transpires ends up making The Boy a bad film, it does have the unfortunate effect of making it a less interesting one.

With a little more courage and a lot more craft, Brahms could have been the next Chucky or Annabelle. Instead the little creep is as harmless as a rag doll.

The doldrums of January horror continue with The Boy, another subpar genre offering.

Forgettable in a way that many PG-13 horror movies are, but just weird enough to set it apart from the crowd.