There’s a certain kind of horror movie that feels less like a carefully planned road trip and more like somebody blindly following a GPS voice straight into the swamp while ignoring every “ROAD CLOSED” sign imaginable ...

Sleep is supposed to be the one place where the monsters cannot follow us—or at least where we can blame them on bad wiring, buried trauma, and whatever greasy mistake we ate before crawling into bed. In Parasomnia, writer-director  ...

IThere is something profoundly American about discovering a dead body and immediately wondering whether there might be money in cleaning it up. Dead Janitors Club, the darkly comedic crime thriller adapted from Jeff  ...

Here's the first thing you need to know about Night Monster: Bela Lugosi isn't the monster. Hell, he isn't even particularly important to the plot. Universal slapped his name near the top of the advertising ...

There’s something deeply ironic about the fact that one of the most unsettling horror films in years began as a teenager messing around with Adobe After Effects and Blender in his bedroom. ...

Fairy tales have always been fucked up. Long before they were softened, scrubbed clean, and repackaged as bedtime stories, they were filled with mutilation, murder, hungry wolves, abandoned children, and enough parental cruelty  ...

Marriage counseling is bullshit. There, I said it. Two people sit in a room, drag every disappointment they have collected across fifteen miserable years into the open, and pay a stranger to explain why leaving wet towels on  ...

There are albums designed for driving at night, and then there are albums that make you seriously consider missing your exit just to see where the fuck the road goes. LeBuc’s Mulholland Nights belongs firmly in the latter category, an impossibly ...