Casa Schillig has been on a roll with DVD selections lately, with the last four films screened on our state-of-the-art (in 1995), 32-inch television being enjoyable. (Scroll down for more information.)

But last weekend, our lucky streak ran out with two turkeys, “You, Me and Dupree” and “Pulse.”

“You, Me and Dupree” is ostensibly a comedy about a 30-something slacker who moves in with a childhood friend and his new wife. Typical hilarity (or what Hollywood considers typical hilarity) ensues, with lots of sight gags centering on inappropriate behavior and a clandestine stash of pornography. Then the movie tries to get meaningful, which is even a bigger mistake, and it all falls apart. If I were grading, I’d assign it a D.

“Pulse” commits the cardinal sin of scary movies: It’s not scary. I don’t know what it is, really — just a big mishmash of computer-generated ghouls and goblins sucking away the souls of unwary computer users. The whole thing is set in some bleak, nondescript urban environment that is supposed to make the viewer feel creeped out. Instead, it’s just depressing. I’ll give it a few points for attempting to go all epic in the last few minutes, but that’s really too little, too late. I rate it an F. “Pulse” is lifeless.

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