This is a horror movie where the monsters don’t smash through the gates of righteousness. They set up shop inside, change the locks, and start forwarding their mail there.
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This is a horror movie where the monsters don’t smash through the gates of righteousness. They set up shop inside, change the locks, and start forwarding their mail there.
Smile 2 gives away purpose and meaning in tiny, incremental sacrifices, like a bad magician showing you the ropes instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
Lurker asks what happens when seeing someone too clearly turns you into something they can’t unsee.
Ari Aster made a Western about COVID, guns, and Katy Perry and somehow, it works.
The Blackcoat’s Daughter is the kind of slow-burn horror that sneaks up on you, like a ghoulish text from your ex at 2 AM, impossible to ignore and even harder to explain.
One of the bleakest movies about grief, magic, and trusting the worst Airbnb host imaginable.
Ben Wheatley’s Kill List doesn’t scare you with what it shows, it scares you with what it tricks you into seeing.
The Monkey is what happens when daddy issues, cursed antiques, and one very committed wind-up toy team up to ruin your whole bloodline.
What happens when a great director stops needing a reason to say something?
What if the scariest movie you’ll ever see is just a grainy home video of being four years old, awake when you shouldn’t be, and the house has started to forget you exist?
Demolition isn’t about grief so much as it’s about the performative absurdity of pretending grief makes sense, like trying to fix a broken marriage by taking apart a perfectly good refrigerator with a Phillips-head screwdriver and a God complex.
What if the most absurd Cold War fever dream ever put to film wasn’t about America being invaded, but about Chuck Norris getting personally offended?
Companion is less about killer robots and more about the terrifying things people do when they think no one's real enough to matter.
A vicious, sun-drenched mind game—Strange Darling rips apart gender roles and slasher rules in a gorgeously unhinged fever dream.
The Substance is a bloody, pitch-black satire where chasing eternal youth turns into a literal fight for your body—with your hotter, younger, crazier clone.
