In horror, we can buy anything. Immortal masked madmen with a penchant for ruining teen sex parties. Disgraced prom queens committing mass murders with their mind. Alien blobs growing to the size of a building. You name it, we’re cool with it, as long as we care about what’s happening. But sometimes, characters are just so awful, caring becomes a more grueling task than it should be. Say hello to Wretch…

Girl meets boy. Boy’s incestual family rapes girl. Girl becomes bound to boy through demon family blood. And horror fans are given yet another unoriginal film in which the rape of a woman is a major plot point, and the control over her by men the main theme. I’m not inherently against such ideas, as long as they’re original or have something interesting to say, but Bloodbound is neither…

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a drug trip so bad, that you couldn’t tell reality from now and five minutes ago? Ever considered what it would be like to have your brain literally melt and ooze out of your ears into a nasty, pink, bubbling puddle on the floor? Well guess what? Now you can have that unpleasant experience in the safety of your own home by checking out Doom Room from Wild Eye Releasing…

1999. Columbine happened. Bill Clinton was acquitted of obstruction of justice (weird). Sponge Bob premiered. And the world was preparing for Y2K and the inevitable takeover of our computer overlords (also weird). So maybe the utterly forgettable horror film Virus, ​which released twenty years ago today, was representative of that fear, but what if it was actually pro-Russian propaganda?...

In horror, very few things are off limits. This is the genre that uncovers humanity’s darkest secrets, and puts them right under a well-lit lens for all to see. Despite that, there are a few things which are considered “taboo”, depending on the audience, including child abuse, and child murder. Dark Sky Films’ The Dark explores both, and that’s just a taste of the sort of darkness swirling around the film…

Once, a little over ten years ago, I was so delusional from a fever, that I imagined I was a tree. Not just any tree, but the mother fucking king of trees. I had roots. Branches. And a wide-ass trunk that could never be cut down. In retrospect, I probably should’ve gone to the hospital. But the point is, delusions can be a hell of a mind fuck. In that state of mind, how can you tell what’s real and what’s not? Coming next week from Dread Presents, Dry Blood aims to screw your brains silly…

Tomorrow, January 11th, marks the 30th anniversary of the New World Pictures film, Warlock. For many of you, you may be thinking, what the hell is that? And I don’t blame you. Warlock is by no means a traditional “great” horror film, but it is what I would call a B-horror classic, as it is the sort of witch’s brew blending cheesy writing and fun practical FX to form an entertaining concoction that we just don’t see enough of these days…

If you look closely, there has been one hell of an impressive shift in the horror genre, one that’s long overdue: While the genre has starred and celebrated women for a long time, fans are finally getting films that don’t just feature women, but are ABOUT women. Not about the girl who has to face the ominous driller killer, but about women facing real world problems which often go unnoticed in a horror film setting. The 6th Friend is the latest to join the genre…

Where I went to college (Columbia College Chicago, don’t go, terrible school), we didn’t have frats. Which was okay by me. The idea of being hazed, aka tortured for an indeterminable amount of time just to fit in with a bunch of bros, has never been my thing. After all, these are people who you are “earning” the friendship of by letting them do whatever they want to you. IFC Midnight’s Pledge shines a dark light on just how sinister of a practice this can be…

Every week, I drag my ass through the cheap, blood-drenched streets of streaming horror, searching for films I have never seen before in an effort to find a hidden gem down a dark alley of the web. This week, I dragged Neon Maniacs (1986) out of the sewers…