This is why I don’t have kids…

I don’t even want to argue that genre isn’t at its best anymore. Horror and sci-fi could not be better right now. Why? Because the days of films being made exclusively by white men, for white men, are becoming less and less the norm. Women and minorities continue to make their voices heard through film with new stories and perspectives, continuing with Level 16…

I wouldn’t call the 1933 James Whale directed The Invisible Man my favorite Universal monster movie, (that honor belongs to Bride of Frankenstein), but damnit if it isn’t second best. There have been a number of iterations of H.G.Wells story, some fun (Memoirs of an Inbisible Man), some ugly (Hollow Man), but unfortunately for the new film The Unseen, it may remain that way…

What if your best friend called you up right now and told you that, at midnight tonight, they were going to become a werewolf, and needed you to stop them? What would you do? Most of us sane people would call 911 to report that our friend had finally seen one too many movies. But the latest novel from Fangoria Presents, Carnivorous Lunar Activities, looks at how it might go if you tried to talk to said friend, and it isn’t pretty…

You’re out in the middle of the woods with three of your friends. After a night of playing poker for what is somehow the first time in your thirty-plus years, you and your buddies discover the footprint of what can only be the mythical sasquatch. If you’re a normal person, you get your life, get the hell out of there and call the cops. But in the case of the gang in Between the Trees, you decide to hunt it, because of course…

What’s with rich people and murder? I mean honestly, it’s as if humans just act all civilized and moralistic, but as soon as money and power come into play, we go right to devouring the lower class. Hannibal Lecter did it. Some of the villains in Hostel did it. And now we have a whole damn secret society of cannibals in The Cannibal Club…

A little over a year ago, Blumhouse introduced us to Happy Death Day and its atypical heroine, Tree (Jessica Rothe), a character who surprised us all by essentially rewriting our views on the genres “survivor girl” trope. A whacky, unconventional film, Happy Death Day has grown a huge fan base since its release, so it was inevitable that we’d get a sequel. Turns out, Happy Death Day 2U is even crazier…

The itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the water spout, only in this case, the spider isn’t so itsy, and instead of a spout, the large, hairy bastard just crawled up my spine and bit into my brain. I’m woozy. Could be from the bite. Or maybe it’s because Possum, which just dropped on DVD today from Dark Sky Films, is such an unbelievably chilling descent into madness, its left me disoriented and calling for my momma…

Raise your hand if little kids creep you out. Okay, about eighty percent of you. Don’t ask how I know that, I just do. But why is it that kids make us uncomfortable? Is it the fact that they have no filter and say the darndest things? Is it because they’re morally hollow thanks to their undeveloped brains? Or is it because they do weird shit like talk gibberish and play with imaginary friends? Whatever it is, if it’s strange and kids do it, The Prodigy packs all of it into one tight, disturbing film…

I’m a film lover. Since I was three and wore out a VHS copy of John Carpenter’s Christine, I’ve been fascinated with the art of moving pictures. I’m also a white male, which means that no matter how much I’ve studied and appreciated film in all my years, there are certain aspects of the art form which I may have realized but not fully understood. One of those is the inaccurate portrayal of blacks in cinema, particularly, horror. Thanks to Horror Noire, that mischaracterization will finally be shown to the world…