There’s waking up on the wrong side of the bed, and then there’s waking up bleeding inside a moving camper with no goddamn idea where you are, how you got there, or whether the stranger behind the wheel is saving your  ...

There is absolutely nothing subtle about The Raven. Thank God. By 1935, Universal had Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi under contract, Edgar Allan Poe's name sitting there begging to be exploited, and audiences apparently willing...

Somewhere along the way, metal got entirely too concerned with behaving itself. Pick your lane. Learn the uniform. Growl here. Breakdown there. Make sure Spotify knows which goddamn playlist to dump you ...

There’s a moment in Prom Night when you realize this movie has absolutely no intention of behaving itself. Sure, Paul Lynch’s 1980 slasher arrives carrying all the necessary equipment: buried childhood trauma, teenagers ...

Well, this took a left turn. After Claude Rains laughed his way into homicidal insanity and Vincent Price spent an entire movie trying not to lose his mind, Universal looked at the Invisible Man series and apparently decided, "You ...

You think you know the story. You don’t know shit. By 2012, horror movies had spent so much time winking at us that the genre was in danger of developing a permanent fucking facial tic. We knew the rules. Don't have ...

You know what's funny about invisibility? Everybody thinks it's a superpower. Nope. It's a curse. Sure, for about five minutes you'd rob a bank, sneak into a movie theater, scare the hell out of your coworkers, and  ...

Remaking Night of the Living Dead should have been a terrible fucking idea. Seriously. George A. Romero’s 1968 original didn’t merely become a classic; it ripped open horror cinema, changed the rules, and left generations ...