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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.
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Vincent Gallo gifts us 90 minutes of excruciating silence, endless shots, and a real-life blowjob no one asked for. Art or autopsy?
A merciless dissection of 'Mind Power,' a body-horror gem that gnaws at your sanity
Martijn Smits turns animal activism into a Dutch slasher so clumsy even the pigs are embarrassed. Blood, bad conscience, and worse dialogue—welcome to the abattoir of cinema.
Brendan Gleeson tries to salvage a script that reeks of mothballs and a pace slower than a Mercedes stuck in '90s traffic.
Miguel Ángel Lamata delivers a supernatural thriller with more cobwebs in the script than in the mansion itself. Amaia Salamanca shines, but the rest is déjà vu fit for a post-lunch nap.
A storm, a ship, and a mystery walk into a bar. Spoiler: they don’t leave.
Brandon Cronenberg delivers a corporate body horror that bites harder than Dad. Andrea Riseborough is a hurricane of flesh and silicone. 8.0/10.
Baltasar Kormákur drags the hunt thriller into the realm of the one-take shot and Icelandic Nouvelle Vague. Charlize Theron shines, but the script limps like a wounded stag.
Severin Fiala and Veronika Franz deliver a historical psychological horror drama that drowns in its own solemnity. Visually flawless, emotionally frigid. Art or autopsy?
Bob Odenkirk and a Derek Kolstad script try to salvage a rural thriller drowning in its own ambition. Wheatley plays Coen wannabe, but ends up directing a Fargo episode with the world’s worst hangover.
Damian McCarthy delivers an Irish horror flick with more style than scares. Carolyn Bracken shines, but the script trips over its own wooden dummy. Cult classic or mere oddity?
Oliver Laxe delivers a hypnotic masterpiece where the Moroccan desert becomes a character in its own right—sweaty, hallucinogenic, and transcendent. Raw, filthy, and pure cinema. 9/10.
Raúl Cerezo turns a promising concept into 91 minutes of tension that deflates faster than a used airbag. Canned scares or just plain narrative laziness?
James Wan demolishes the codes of modern horror with 'Malignant', a hilarious, delirious madness that unashamedly embraces Giallo and B-movies.
Carlos Vermut plunges us into the abyss of guilt and unspeakable perversion in 'Manticore', a psychological thriller of unbearable discomfort.
Santiago Fillol serves up a rotten meat platter in 'Slaughterhouse': visual ambition, ravenous actors, and a script bleeding out across the Pampas. Is this art—or just a slaughterhouse of ideas?
David Robert Mitchell revolutionized indie horror with a hypnotic, beautiful nightmare about teenage paranoia, latent AIDS, and the walking dead.
Grace is back to reclaim a throne, but the script only offers plastic chairs. Is this bloody déjà vu worth the trip? Claqueta Ácida carves it open with a scalpel.
