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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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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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The Boarding School (1969), a film that revives terror within the walls of a girls' boarding school—where repression and sadism dance a waltz in crinoline
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A scathing, pitch-black critique of the horror flick 'Night Passenger'—where cinematic analysis meets the kind of wit that leaves third-degree burns.
Tobe Hooper turned $140,000 and an abandoned slaughterhouse into hell on Earth. Claqueta Ácida dissects this horror classic with a chainsaw, pitch-black humor, and a devotion to bloodstained celluloid.
A scathing, no-holds-barred review of *Luger*, the Spanish film that dares to challenge morality.
One night, one comet, and reality goes down the cosmic toilet.
Panos Cosmatos delivers a visual orgy of revenge, acid, and chainsaws that makes Tarantino look like an altar boy. There’s no redemption here—just charred flesh and demonic synthesizers.
Apollo and Emma were living a fairy tale until folk horror reminded them that babies aren’t always what they seem. Or are they?
Paco Plaza delivers a Galician thriller with more bile than brilliance, where Luis Tosar shines amid a limp script and violence that leaves you wanting. Revenge or just routine?
Juanma Bajo Ulloa returns with a gothic thriller that reeks of scorched celluloid and dried blood. Does *Evil* escape the folklore of domestic terror, or does it drown in its own symbolism?
Monty Python drives a dagger into religious sanctimony with a comedy so razor-sharp it still stings 45 years later. Blasphemy or brilliance? You decide (but we already know the answer).
John Carpenter delivers a Lovecraftian nightmare with Sam Neill teetering on the edge of the abyss. A masterpiece of cosmic horror or a self-parody with literary pretensions? Here’s the autopsy.
Srđan Spasojević serves up a depravity feast swinging between gratuitous shock and social commentary. Genius or pretentious trash? Claqueta Ácida dissects it with surgical precision.
David Cronenberg turns a traffic accident into a carnival of flesh, metal, and perversion. Art or autopsy? Here’s the acidic verdict.
Adrian Chiarella delivers this 'Australian exorcism' that hovers between gothic pretension and unintentional absurdity. Art or autopsy of a soulless script?
Neil Marshall drags us into a pit of claustrophobia, blood, and monsters that look like amateurs next to human horror. Pure, uncut claustrophobia.
*"Bad Haircut" takes home Best Film at the third edition of the Valladolid International Fantastic and Horror Film Festival, while the jury and critics remain deeply divided over the film’s quality.*
Paco Campano serves us a cocktail of cheap psychedelia and rusted robotics in 'Quantum Rave.' Art or cosmic vomit? Claqueta Ácida decides with boxing gloves on.
