Mother Goose, but make it Grindhouse!

Highly visceral and immersive.

I’m not altogether confident this even qualifies as an erotic thriller.

Amy Seimetz penetrated and unfurled my psyche.

Not a good example of what a horror anthology can achieve.

I watched 624 movies in 2020. Of the ones I saw for the first time, these are my favorites. 

The Remaking obviously came from a cerebral place, but that does not mean that it’s devoid of visceral merits.

Ghosts of War is a movie at odds with itself…

Lacks a certain vigor that it could have used at times. 

The jump scares aren’t meant to merely frighten—they’re meant to awaken.

Camp Twilight plays like a rough cut—an unfinished and unpolished assembly of shots that form a story that’s only coherent-adjacent…

In addition to the thrilling deaths and the pitch-black humor, Freaky gets queer as hell.

Every frame a visual feast, and the color scheme shapes an atmosphere that is both distinct and ethereal.

Horvath’s performance continues to be the only exciting thing as the story builds…

A solid genre picture that will scratch a certain itch for fans of extra-terrestrial horror.

The Beach House is a commendable debut with a lot to unpack…

To save his own film, Franco should’ve leaned in and gone The Full Slasher.

Kitty Green tells this horror story tautly and with a consistent attention to authenticity.

Not harrowing at all.

Palm Springs may fit the mold of an often-done sub-genre of science fiction, but it manages to tell its story smartly—without feeling like a tired rehash.