If dread had a scent, Longlegs would smell like old hymns and rotting fruit.
This is a serial killer story dipped in occult panic and then slow-roasted in 90s trauma. Maika Monroe plays the world’s most haunted FBI agent trying to solve a string of family annihilation cases tied together by cryptic notes and Nicolas Cage in full gremlin-mode. And I do mean full.
Cage doesn’t act in this; he possesses the frame. He’s part serial killer, part backwoods demon,…
The first time you watch Suspiria, it doesn’t feel like a movie. It feels like falling into a fever dream wrapped in velvet and blood. You’re not watching it. You’re being swallowed by it.
It doesn’t care about your logic. It doesn’t care if you understand the plot. It lures you in with stained glass, red light, and a score that sounds like your own anxiety chewing through drywall. It’s operatic, irrational, and completely unapologetic about its own nightmare logic.…
Everyone is deranged and morally bankrupt in ways that feel earned. The vibe is “Wall Street meets Lisa Frank, but everyone’s on bath salts and nobody’s making it out clean.”
Paul Rudd understood the assignment. He shows up radiating wholesome sociopath energy like a CEO who adopted ethical branding just to club baby narwhals with it.
This isn’t a film. It’s a sticker-covered Molotov cocktail.
It’s horror for people who want the system to burn but also love a good shimmer.
Eggers really said, “What if dread had manners?” and then lit it like a funeral and whispered through every frame. This thing isn’t a remake, it’s a séance.
The whole movie feels like an oil painting that hates you. Everyone looks one bad dream away from full possession, and Willem Dafoe shows up looking like mold got horny—but hey, he actually kept his clothes on this time. For real. Growth. Not that kind. Keep it together.
It's rotting, romantic, and…
What in the peroxide bleached, crystal meth, 4 different tires on a 1993 Toyota Camry with duct tape on the rear window, 5 window units plugged into one extension cord to the neighbors back porch is going on here?!
If your idea of a horror film is a circus tent rocket ship, cotton candy cocoons, and popcorn that bites back, then "Killer Klowns from Outer Space" is the three-ring extravaganza for you. Step right up and witness director Stephen Chiodo's…
