Demons (1985): Have you ever wanted to watch a makeshift samurai on a dirtbike in a movie theatre killing zombie demons to 80s powerchord shitrock? Haven't we all?
The Kingdom (TV Series 1994–2022): Once upon a time Lars Von Trier made a tv show that was a cross between Twin Peaks and ER. He's working on the follow up right now. It's time to revisit the original.
Malignant (2021): This movie is bonkers. I hate it and love it at the same time. Individual response may vary.
Messiah of Evil (1973): Geoge Lucas married muses create a surreal fever dream of hopelessness. The grocery store scene has stayed with me. Criminally underaprreciated.
Deranged: Confessions of a Necrophile (1974): It was okay. Honestly found myself consistently distracted by the factual inconsistencies, (thanks LPOTL). Fred Armisen please GTFO.
Possessor (2020): My 'favorite' watch this year. Chalked up Cronenberg Jr. as a lesser-than ripoff of his father. I was wrong. He is standing on the shoulders of the Giant. Also, the plot is to kill Sean Bean. 'nuff said.
Torso (1973): Pitch perfect giallo. (not-so) Hidden Gem.
The Witch (2015): One of only 2 films I've seen before on this list. The best horror movie of the past 10 years (at least) (in my opinion). How could I not watch it again? "Dost thou wish to live deliciously?"
Nosferatu (1922): 2nd of 2 rewatches on the list. Imagery as haunting as ever but I have to admit I was disappointed in the end. Centuries old vamipre, THE proto-horror villain archetype, goes out like a little bitch.
Ghost Stories (2017): Didn't live up to my hype. It's scary but was personally let down by the rug pull ending.
Tourist Trap (1979): Chuck Connors. One especially nightmare inducing kill. Faceplant reveal more than made up for by the atmosphere and freeze frame ending.
V/H/S/94 (2021): I'd written off VHS after the last 2, but this was a pleasant surprise. 5 stories. 3/5 stars.
Possum (2018): Creepy subtle slow burn. Matthew Holness is one to keep an eye on. Probably better on stage.
Resident Evil VII (Video Game 2017): Maybe a cheat (?) but the closest I've come to being genuinely Scared by media in a long time. "Found footage" is so much more frightening when You are the defenseless one with the camera.
Vampyres (1974): Lipstick lesbian psychological spiral into erotica hell.
The Wolf House (2018): Stop action descent into the roots of evil and human suffering. Must be seen to believed. A study of elusive defilement that will follow you home. Not for everyone.
Pieces (1982): This is the slasher movie you've probably been missing your whole life. Gnarly end.
The Blood on Satan's Claw (1971): Satan bless the 70s. I discovered this year that there is an unholy tryptic encompassing the creation of folk horror. The Wicker Man (1973) is one but that's old hat.
The Flesh and the Fiends (1960): My highest recommendation of the year goes to this film. Youngster Donald Pleasence as the villain chews scenery like Pac-Man on crack as Grand Moff Tarkin waxes mad scientist poetic. Should be a classic.
One Cut of the Dead (2017) Fuck this movie. Heard a lot of good things about it but I needed the other shoe to drop. It never did. Hallmark card bullshit. I get why it's popular but not my cup of tea.
The City of the Dead (1960): Christopher Lee praises Satan. Decent.
Witchfinder General (1968): Vincent Price plays shitheel supreme. Tarantino ending worth the price of admission alone. 3rd of the unholy folk horror trifecta.
The Evil Eye/The Girl Who Knew Too Much (1963): Ascending Mario Bava executes top shelf pseudo Audrey Hepburn-ish/Hitchcock-ian thriller. Don't let the light tone fool ya.
The Day of the Beast (1995): Latinx (...) own the grime. Dated CGI aside, not just dark, this obsidian-shadow-of-a-black-hole comedy slaps harder than god's pimp hand.
Masters of Horror; Cigarette Burns (TV Series 2005): Yes, you've seen Carpenter's classsics a dozen times already. This is the one you're missing. Seriously. Norman Reedus is a cutie patootie.
The New York Ripper (1982): Lesser known (?) Lucio Fulcio in full sleaze slasher mode. Gnarly titty kills. QUACK! QUACK QUACK QUACK!
Doctor Sleep (2019): Mike Flanagan has an uncanny knack for recreating the written page on screen. Had me for 80% of it's runtime but stuck the landing worse than Julissa D'Anne Gomez.
Masters of Horror: Imprint (TV Series 2006): Relevantly provocative Takashi Miike. This is what happens when you give silenced river spirit abortions a voice. (P.S. if 8 hour the kingdom counts as 1 so do individual short films from Masters.)
The Ritual (2017): Derivative lost soul analysis and probably the best creature feature of the last decade.
Masters of Horror: Pick Me Up (TV Series 2006): Michael Moriarty's performance elevates. Brilliant premise. Otherwise fairly boilerplate in my opinion.
Terrified (2017): What if The Conjuring was actually shocking and intriguing? Of course Guillermo del Toro is in the process of making it palatable for Americans atm.
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