Scott Marks 8 a.m., April 30
If you've got a taste for terror, steer far afield of this beggarly Xerox job. Topicality alights in the form of a Tim Tebow reference, Mom as a born-again cutter, and the “plug it up” humiliation captured on smartphone. The rest is chapter and verse DePalma. Chloë Grace Moretz knowingly alternates flinches and timid glances, but her Carrie White pales in comparison to Sissy Spacek’s enduring original. Julianne Moore drew the unenviable task of having to fill Piper Laurie’s formidable church dress and earth rumbling voice. She’s good enough: we all didn’t laugh at her. The 1976 version introduced movie audiences to Betty Buckley, William Katt, P. J. Soles, the first Mrs. Spielberg, and John Travolta. Less than 24 hours after the screening, not one of Carrie’s teachers or classmates in this go-round registers in the mind's eye. Kimberly Pierce (Boys Don’t Cry) directs, proving once again the old adage, imitation is the sincerest form of failure. 2013.