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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.
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Almodóvar drags us into a world where fascination and terror stitch themselves together like a second skin—literally.
A masterpiece that rips your soul to shreds
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.
John Carpenter turned $300,000 and a guy in a William Shatner mask into the slasher that redefined horror. Claqueta Ácida dissects its cheap genius.
George A. Romero raised the dead in 1968 with bargain-bin corpses, syrup blood, and a script that chewed the American Dream down to the bone. 🧟♀️🔥
Dario Argento turns the opera house into a gothic slaughterhouse where the color red isn’t makeup—it’s a lifestyle. Masterpiece or self-parody? Claqueta Ácida dissects this macabre circus with surgical precision.
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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?
Yorgos Lanthimos turns love into a bureaucratic nightmare. Colin Farrell and Rachel Weisz shine in this dystopian satire that stings, amuses, and suffocates in equal measure.
A scathing review of the 1986 Spanish film that dissects the darkness of the human soul—without anesthesia.
A visceral, gothic dissection of the 2014 Spanish horror gem that traps you in its damp, nightmarish walls—whether you like it or not.
Tod Browning gifts us a freak show where the real monstrosity is human morality. 64 minutes of macabre genius that MGM tried to bury six feet under.
