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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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Roman Polanski turns the Holocaust into art without redemption. Adrien Brody shatters our souls just by breathing. An uncomfortable masterpiece.
Pedro Martín Calero delivers an Argentine supernatural thriller that promises the moon and hands you an eternal sigh. Ester Expósito shines, but the script loses itself in its own labyrinth of tears.
Haneke dissects fascism with a silver scalpel in stark black and white. Cold, cruel, and essential. 9.2/10, but don’t you dare watch it on a Sunday.
Acidic review of 'Chained', the Hitchcock film that will trap you
A devastating takedown of the film *Old Hag*—a cinematic exorcism that leaves you gasping for air and questioning your life choices.
A scathing review of *Apocalypse Now*, a film that drags you kicking and screaming into the madness of war
Eight directors, one cursed format, and a script that reads like it was scribbled on a bar napkin. Art or accident? Silvia Mordaz dissects it with a scalpel and acid.
Scorsese delivers a brutal portrait of the mob where crime doesn’t pay—but at least it makes you feel alive. Or so you think, until paranoia gnaws you down to the bone.
Damien Leone resurrects Art the Clown with more blood, fewer ideas, and a budget that reeks of gas-station pizza. Cult classic or celluloid vomit?
Sam Raimi tries to resurrect the spirit of *Cast Away* with an unbearable boss and a Rachel McAdams who deserved so much better. The result? A shipwreck of ideas.
A descent into the abyss of the human condition—bring a vomit bag and a therapist on standby
Richard Kelly sold us a $4 million puzzle that he himself didn't know how to solve. Jake Gyllenhaal shines, but the script drowns in its own ambition. Cult classic by accident.
Eli Roth tries to resurrect the slasher with a Thanksgiving-themed killer, but ends up serving a cold, reheated dish. 107 minutes of unfulfilled promises.
Roman Polanski delivers a technical knockout to film noir: flawless script, Nicholson in a state of grace, and an ending that stings worse than a liver shot. Masterpiece or dirty fight?
Scorsese films a three-hour orgy where capitalism celebrates itself. DiCaprio shines, but the script reeks of self-satisfaction. Critique or apology?
Damien Leone spews his love for '80s gore in 19 minutes of psychopathic clownery. Genius or puke? Claqueta Ácida dissects the embryo of Art the Clown.
Steve Lawson serves up a low-budget terror feast with more salt than scares. Folk horror for microwave fans: fast, cheap, and leaves the same aftertaste.
