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?
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.
Episode Thirteen is a haunted house story trapped in a found-footage gimmick, where the real horror isn’t the ghosts, it’s how much better this would’ve been as a movie.
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.
This isn’t folk metal in a horned hat, it’s blackened gospel from the fjords.
If you’ve ever wondered what it sounds like when two Norwegians weaponize ambient music into a philosophical death spiral for machines and memories, this is your chance.
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.
Folk metal kind of happened and that was kind of it and perfect right from the start.
