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We interview filmmaker Paco Plaza without filters in Valladolid after he received the Honorary PUFA. We review his career, his ghosts, and the hidden history of his cinema.
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«Ben Affleck directs a claustrophobic thriller where money cannot buy freedom, only the absolute certainty of failure.»
Jesse McKeown delivers a tale of geographic isolation disguised as a sea monster that barely manages to stay afloat in Under the Surface.
Odin Lagbert dissects Takashi Miike's Audition: a surgical treatise where horror doesn't reside in the needle, but in male complicity.
Diego Velasco delivers in The Whistler an exercise where resource scarcity lays bare the seams of the modern thriller.
Discover the release of Beware Boiúna in theaters and streaming.
Discover the release of Street Fighter in theaters and streaming.
A troupe of ballerinas trapped in a remote inn discovers the real horror isn’t the killers—it’s their own choreography. A critique laced with venom and glitter.
The Indonesian horror flick that’ll leave you gasping for air—or praying for a quick death
Universal Pictures gifts us an alien invasion thriller so predictable even the extraterrestrials are yawning. Ice Cube and Eva Longoria try to salvage something, but the script is flatter than a roadmap.
Maggie Gyllenhaal drags Frankenstein into the 1930s: more makeup than meaning, a romance that burns neither hot nor cold, and an edit that feels like it was sliced with nail scissors. Passed with flying colors… if the colors were all the same shade.
Lee Cronin revives Sam Raimi’s demons with a bigger budget and zero soul. Sequel or scam? Claqueta Ácida dissects the corpse.
Johannes Roberts turns a rabid premise into a tropical nightmare dripping with more sweat than scares. Is it worth it? Yes—but not for the reasons you’d think.
Jane Schoenbrun turns a summer camp into a dumpster fire of hormones and clichés. Art or autopsy of a dying subgenre?
Spike Lee tackles *Oldboy* and achieves the impossible: turning a Korean revenge masterpiece into a snoozefest. Josh Brolin suffers, but not as much as the audience. 🔪💔
A deadly virus unleashes hell at a biotech conference—because nothing says 'team-building' like a lab full of flesh-eating mutants.
Gaspar Noé turns a dancer’s rave into a 95-minute lysergic hellscape. Sweat, blood, and a single take so dizzying it’ll make your skull spin. Masterpiece or carnival sideshow?
The Claqueta Ácida review of A Ghost Story, a film that explores existence and human connection.
Milla Jovovich returns to what she does best: kicking asses with a poker face. Adrian Grünberg keeps the pace, but the script limps along. Minor work? Absolutely. Necessary? Also.
James Wan produces, Corin Hardy directs, and the demon Valak repeats ad nauseam. Soulless industrial horror that reeks of sanctity... but the kind that’s gone stale.
Raúl Cerezo delivers a Spanish Gothic thriller that reeks of mothballs and sweat. Psychological terror or nursing home nightmare? Let’s dissect it.
Gerard Johnstone delivers a horror-comedy with more jokes than scares and a cast that barely keeps the furniture from collapsing. New Zealand, where’s your gothic soul hiding?
A social allegory that moves like a broken elevator: powerful at first, then circling the same floors until you’re bored of your own despair.
Jaume Collet-Serra turns a promising slasher into a melting wax theme park. Paris Hilton shines—just not with talent.
Anthony Mackie leads this post-apocalyptic mess where the monsters are more predictable than the script. The end of the world? No, just the end of common sense.
