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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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Caitlin Cronenberg serves up this nightmare dinner where emotional cannibalism outdoes the ecological kind. Euthanasia or scam? Claqueta Ácida dissects the corpse.
Caye Casas delivers one of the most uncomfortable, cruel, and unbearable black comedies in the history of Spanish cinema—all thanks to a bad decorating decision.
Kim Hong-seon turns a prison riot at sea into a blood-soaked feast of cheap CGI, recycled Korean clichés, and self-inflicted creative drowning. Claqueta Ácida dissects this cinematic shipwreck with surgical spite.
Lars Damoiseaux serves up a low-budget zombie feast with plastic surgeons more sinister than a 1970s operating room. Cheap blood, unintentional laughs, and a script that reeks of expired formaldehyde.
Eli Roth turns Slovakia into a backpacker slaughterhouse with this festive gore-fest that reeks of blood, sweat, and adolescent testosterone. Art? No. Fun? Plenty.
Nicolas Cage embarks on a blood-soaked rampage in this psychedelic revenge fever dream.
Juanma Bajo Ulloa turns mayhem into art with this psychedelic road movie, where the A/C reeks of cheap whiskey and the celluloid sweats testosterone. A cult gem that time hasn’t been able to tarnish.
Dave Franco and Alison Brie sip from the chalice of codependency in this Australian psychological thriller that reeks of emotional sweat and bargain-bin CGI. Art or autopsy of a relationship?
A scathing, no-holds-barred evisceration of Damian McCarthy’s 2021 psychological horror *Caveat*
Lars von Trier drags us into the heart of darkness with *The House That Jack Built*. Can we survive the bloodbath and madness—or will we beg for an intermission from hell?
Shane Carruth turns a shoestring budget into a low-fi garage nightmare that’ll leave you more confused than a cat in a hall of mirrors. Science, betrayal, and bargain-bin sweat in 79 minutes of claustrophobic genius.
Nacho Vigalondo turns time travel into a maze of flesh, blood, and stupid decisions. 92 minutes of low-budget paranoia that outshine the entire *Terminator* saga.
*Demian Rugna delivers a rural horror masterpiece about a demonic possession epidemic in the Argentine pampas that shatters every moral boundary in its path.*
*The most scathing, gut-wrenching takedown of *The Green Inferno*—a film that will make you question humanity (and your own gag reflex).*
Rodrigo Cortés delivers a prison thriller that reeks of mothballs and a screenwriting workshop script. Mario Casas shines, but not even he can save this self-help pamphlet with handcuffs.
A scathing takedown of David Cronenberg’s *Eastern Promises*—where the mafia gets the autopsy it deserves.
Stanley Kubrick dissects marriage like a corpse on an autopsy table: with a silver scalpel, candlelight, and a Tom Cruise more lost than a vampire in an IKEA. 159 minutes of icy hypnosis.
Claqueta Ácida’s scathing, sarcastic take on *They Will Kill You*—where Manhattan’s elite throw the goriest housewarming party in cinematic history.
