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A Danish-Jewish folk horror about a dybbuk, a mother, and a relationship the mother will not permit.
82 films
goreledger catalogues 82 horror films from the 2020s, released between 2020 and 2025. By country of origin: USA (55), UK (10), Australia (9) and Canada (9). The most common subgenres here are psychological (33), possession / demonic (16), extreme / transgressive (15) and folk horror (13). The best-documented entries are The Substance (2024), Sinners (2025) and 28 Years Later (2025).
A Danish-Jewish folk horror about a dybbuk, a mother, and a relationship the mother will not permit.
Made by one family during lockdown for almost nothing, and it looks better than films with fifty times the budget.
An Australian wellness influencer at a hen weekend. Much sharper and much nastier than the premise suggests.
A stranger knocks during a storm at a caravan-park trailer, and neither of the two people is quite what they seem.
A Spanish couple buy a hideous coffee table, and then the worst thing imaginable happens in the first act.
Mexican, and the best pregnancy horror since Rosemary's Baby. The joint-cracking sound design is the thing.
A disgraced livestreamer broadcasts himself alone in a haunted house for the clout, and gets exactly what he deserves.
A group of Black friends at a cabin play a racist board game that traps them, and the whole film is the joke that the Black character always dies first.
A pregnant woman is forced to care for her husband's monstrous, dying, evangelical stepmother.
A lone woman on a Cornish island in 1973, a flower, a standing stone, and time coming apart.
A near-wordless survival film in a post-apocalypse where a cult has cut out their own tongues.
A morgue technician and a grieving mother reinventing Frankenstein without any of the theatrics.
A BBFC examiner during the video nasties panic starts to come apart. Essential viewing for this site specifically.
A slasher shot entirely from behind the killer, at walking pace, with no score. A formal experiment that works.
A Taiwanese found-footage film built around a curse the film itself tries to pass to you.
An Indian-American teenager unleashes a demon from Hindu folklore while trying to assimilate.
Irish, small, and it contains one of the best-constructed scares of the decade. The wooden man.
Ninety minutes of ceilings and corners at 4am. Either the scariest thing you have seen or nothing at all.
Spanish, a bullied teenager, and a moral problem she is left holding alone.
Bryan Bertino's bleakest film. Two siblings return to the family farm as their father dies and something takes the household apart.
A scientist and a guide walk into a forest during a pandemic and find a man, and a spirit, that do not want them to leave.
A woman alone in a farmhouse fends off an alien home invasion, with almost no dialogue in the entire film.
A girl raises a spider that fell from space in a New York apartment block, and it grows.
Taiwanese, and among the most extreme things released this decade. Go in warned.
Argentinian, merciless, and it establishes early that the film will not spare anybody. It means it.
Austrian, based on real 18th-century court records, and about a form of despair almost nobody has filmed.
A Macedonian witch story told as a Malick film, and it is about what it is to be a person.
A Finnish girl raises a monster from an egg, and it is about a mother's Instagram-perfect lie.
Thai-Korean, a documentary crew following a shaman, and the last twenty minutes are relentless.
Shot over lockdown on Zoom in twelve weeks, runs 56 minutes, and is better than it has any right to be.
Dementia as a house that grows corridors. The last ten minutes are unexpectedly tender.
Told out of order in six chapters, shot on 35mm by Giovanni Ribisi. The structure is the whole trick.
An American in Bucharest who cannot speak the language and is not being believed. Quietly excellent.
Brandon Cronenberg working the family seam without embarrassment. The practical effects are appalling in the right way.
Anna Kendrick's directorial debut, about the serial killer who appeared on The Dating Game mid-spree.
Two shamans and two geomancers exhume a cursed grave in Korea, and what is under it is worse than the curse.
A South Sudanese couple in British asylum housing. The haunting and the bureaucracy are the same thing.
A German alpine resort, Hunter Schafer, and Dan Stevens doing an accent. Deeply strange.
A 1977 Halloween talk show broadcast, live, going wrong. David Dastmalchian finally gets a lead.
Alex Garland being about as subtle as a church door. The final sequence is remarkable regardless.
Barely a horror film and one of the most upsetting things on this site. About a life not lived.
Danish. About politeness, and the ending is the bleakest thing in this decade of horror.
The title card arrives 33 minutes in, which tells you what kind of film it intends to be.
Soderbergh shoots the entire film from the ghost's point of view, handheld, in long takes. It works.
The Philippou brothers' second, and considerably harder to sit through than the first. Sally Hawkins is the reason.
Brandon Cronenberg again. Wealthy tourists, a legal loophole and Mia Goth having a wonderful time.
Icelandic, extremely slow, and entirely dependent on you accepting the thing in the second act.
Technicolor melodrama with a pitchfork. Mia Goth's final monologue is a single unbroken take.
Dumped by the studio with no marketing, runs 137 minutes, and has a 20-minute prologue people rave about.
A fake trailer from Grindhouse turned into a real slasher, and it is a very good one.
Rebecca Hall carrying a film about grief with unusual use of negative space.
Seventy years on, the series returns to what it was for: the war, the guilt, and the cost.
The weakest of West's trilogy and still a better-shot 1985 Los Angeles than most films manage.
Unrated, made for very little, outgrossed studio horror, and the effects are the entire proposition.
A prequel nobody wanted that turned out to be the best-directed studio horror of its year.
James Wan spending studio money on something deranged. The third act is one of the great swerves.
A kidnapping that goes wrong in the most enjoyable way. Very wet, very fast, very funny.
The shadow-puppet sequences are the best thing in it. A sequel that is actually about the original.
Nunsploitation with a real budget. The last shot is a single unbroken take and it is the reason to watch.
Osgood Perkins doing King as a gore comedy. The deaths are elaborate and the film is laughing.
Nicolas Cage plays Dracula as a toxic boss, and his familiar wants to leave the relationship. A horror comedy about codependency.
An embalmed hand, a ninety-second rule, and teenagers filming it. The Philippou brothers' first feature.
Ari Aster's three-hour anxiety odyssey, and it is horror only in the sense that being alive is.
Two missionaries, one house, and Hugh Grant enjoying himself enormously as the worst man alive.
Marketed better than almost any horror film this decade. The first hour earns it, the last act is arguable.
A porn crew shoot on a Texas farm in 1979. Ti West doing the texture of the era properly.
Go in knowing nothing. The structure is the point and every synopsis ruins it.
Shyamalan's high-concept swing: a serial killer takes his daughter to a pop concert that is a police trap for him.
A black bear ingests a fortune in dropped cocaine and goes on a rampage. Loosely, very loosely, based on a true event.
A weekend away with a reveal in the first act rather than the third, which is the smart choice.
Moves the cabin to a Los Angeles tower block. The cheese grater is the sequence people talk about.
A robotics engineer builds an AI doll to parent her orphaned niece, and the doll takes the job seriously.
Peele's best-looking film. About spectacle, and about what happens to the people who handle the animals.
A curse that passes by witnessing. Cheap scares, but the mechanism is sound and the ending commits.
Won the Palme d'Or. A film about a woman, a car and a grieving fireman, and it is not a comedy.
Eggers going back to Murnau rather than to Stoker. Filthy, plague-ridden, and Orlok has a moustache.
Reworks Universal's monster into a film about being disbelieved. The empty corners of the frame do the work.
Seventeen children leave their houses at 2.17am. Cregger structures it as overlapping chapters and it pays off.
Boyle and Garland back together, shot largely on iPhones rigged in arrays. Stranger than the sequel anybody expected.
Fede Alvarez taking the franchise back to basics: young colonists, a derelict station, and one very bad idea.
Coogler in 1932 Mississippi with twin Michael B. Jordans and a juke joint. Shot on 65mm and it shows.
Body horror about how the industry treats women over fifty, with Demi Moore doing the bravest work of her career.
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