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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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«Dante Sangre dissects V/H/S/Mixtape, an autopsy of the analog format as a cultural trench against contemporary tyrannical digital surveillance.»
Ben Affleck directs a claustrophobic thriller where money cannot buy freedom, only the absolute certainty of failure.
Odin Lagbert dissects Takashi Miike's Audition: a surgical treatise where horror doesn't reside in the needle, but in male complicity.
Jesse McKeown delivers a tale of geographic isolation disguised as a sea monster that barely manages to stay afloat in Under the Surface.
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 deadly virus unleashes hell at a biotech conference—because nothing says 'team-building' like a lab full of flesh-eating mutants.
A scathing, razor-sharp takedown of *The Matrix*—the sci-fi flick that didn’t just bend reality but snapped it in half like a glow stick at a cyber-rave.
Kubrick drags us to the Overlook, where madness and terror take the wheel—no ghosts required.
Gore Verbinski turns an AI apocalypse into a neighborhood vaudeville with Sam Rockwell and Juno Temple. It works—until it drowns in 40 minutes of futuristic sermonizing.
Darren Aronofsky turns ballet into a razor-sharp psychological thriller. Natalie Portman dances, suffers, and leaves us breathless. Masterpiece or freak show?
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?
A scathing review of *Whistle: The Deathly Hiss*, the horror flick with a cursed whistle that’s about as fresh as a week-old corpse
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?
Christian Bale disembowels capitalism with an axe and an Armani suit. Mary Harron films it like a cologne commercial. Masterpiece or style guide for yuppies?
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.
John Carpenter weaves a fog that wavers between atmospheric suspense and unintentional ridiculousness. A gothic horror masterpiece or an unofficial prequel to *Scooby-Doo*?
The grim reality of redemption. Raúl Arévalo’s *Too Late for Wrath*—a merciless twist on survival and vengeance.
Jaume Collet-Serra turns a promising slasher into a melting wax theme park. Paris Hilton shines—just not with talent.
