If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will throw back at you The Void, a truly satisfying blend of Lovecraftian terror and body horror.
Writer/director Nicolas Pesce’s monochromatic debut, The Eyes of My Mother is so beautiful, yet so hard to watch.
What did you do on Valentine’s Day? Oh that sounds romantic and boring. I watched a Mexican horror movie full of cannibalism and psychedelic mind-fuckery.
John Carpenter proves he’s the master of more than mere scares, as he takes to the stage to perform new material and classic horror themes.
Train to Busan may not be the most original horror film, but it ploughs through the standard zombie clichés with its decomposing hand rigidly pressed down on the throttle
The decision to take an existing unsolved crime - in this case the brutal murder of a group of teenagers in 1960 at Lake Bodom, Finland - and turn it into the basis of a fictional slasher movie is a tricky one.
Wolf Creek is clumsily sign-posted and lazy; there's not enough to hold the attention and the feeling that there are dozens of other superior shows one could be watching never really goes away.
Witches are getting a bad rap lately. Jiří Sádek’s Czech horror film The Noonday Witch won’t do them any favours.
A grease-covered serial killer, a father-son love triangle, and a shit-ton of exploding eyeballs. This, my rooty-tooty disco-cuties, is The Greasy Strangler.
To some people, Halloween isn't just about one night at the end of October. Oh no, for us creepos it's about making the whole hell-damn month as spooky as possible.