Phantasm: Remastered is a loving restoration of the Don Coscarelli classic, supervised by J.J. Abrams. The fish-wires are gone, but the bizarreness remains.
FrightFest enters its 17th year and presents another opportunity to once more sit in dark rooms and confront both our blackest fears and a lot of gloopy special FX
Autechre's magnum opus is a four hour study of repetition and disintegration spread liberally across a sequence of five EPs. To some this isn't music.
Ultimately Goosebumps is a CGI kids caper with enough genuine laughs and film references to carry you through the deadweight and Jack Black's awful accent.
Suicide Club holds a mirror up to the societies and cultures we live in and there's no mirror blacker than Sion Sono's.
The Gate, a simple tale of a pair of twelve year olds who have to deal with the sudden appearance of a gateway to hell in their back garden.
Frank Henenlotter is a genius in thrall to the trash cinema of the 60s and 70s and Frankenhooker ably demonstrates him to be a wizard of exploitation cinema.
Jason Vorhees' rampage seemed more like a celebration of what life had in store for me, coupled with a nagging reminder of how one day it will all suddenly stop.
A stark drop in Zombies but an upsurge in Demons, low on distress and torture but high on tense pursuit and a huge focus on the independent scene across the globe - this year had a lot of awesome going for it.
On August bank holiday weekend, tool up, take a deep breath and plunge into the seething twatpile that is London in order to attend Frightfest and sit in the dark watching the weird, the gruesome and the really fucking weird.