I Saw the TV Glow
Barely a horror film and one of the most upsetting things on this site. About a life not lived.
486 entries, from the 1931 Universal cycle to last year. Curated, not exhaustive: a short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
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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.
A teacher calmly tells her class she knows two of them killed her daughter, and that she has already taken revenge.
The concierge of a Barcelona apartment block cannot bear that a tenant is happy, so he makes sure she is not.
The Production Code would not let a child murderer go free, so it ends with a spanking. See it anyway.
A dinner party where you spend ninety minutes unsure whether the host is grieving or dangerous.
A man spends three years looking for his girlfriend and is finally offered the answer on one condition.
The highest-grossing Korean horror film ever, and it is really a family drama with a haunting in it.
A dance troupe, spiked sangria, and Gaspar Noé's camera refusing to cut. Unbearable by design.
A Norwegian student with a repressive religious upbringing discovers her desire has physical consequences.
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.
The Turn of the Screw done perfectly, and it never once tells you whether the ghosts are real.
A yacht, a storm, an ocean liner, and a loop that keeps folding back on a single mother.
William Friedkin directing a two-hander in a motel room about shared delusion, and it is not what the trailer sold.
Val Lewton was told to make a film from a title and a poster. He made one about a woman afraid of her own desire.
Austrian, cold, and it works out its own twist early enough that the dread is the point.
Rebecca Hall carrying a film about grief with unusual use of negative space.
Dreyer shooting through gauze at a plot that barely exists. Closer to a bad dream than a film.
A dinner party the night a comet passes, and reality starts to fork. Shot in one house in five nights.
The weakest of West's trilogy and still a better-shot 1985 Los Angeles than most films manage.
Two and a half hours, and it withholds whether the shaman is helping right until the end.
James Wan spending studio money on something deranged. The third act is one of the great swerves.
The shadow-puppet sequences are the best thing in it. A sequel that is actually about the original.
A Vietnam veteran in New York whose reality will not stay put, and the demons move wrong on purpose.
Everybody remembers the head. The film underneath is about a pharmaceutical company and a custody dispute.
A film about a widowed mother who resents her son, wearing a monster as a coat.
A young couple cannot leave a show home. Bleak, airless, and about mortgages.
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.
Ended Powell's career in Britain because it puts the audience behind the camera and knows it.
Satoshi Kon's animated thriller about a pop idol losing herself, and Aronofsky bought the remake rights just to reuse a shot.
Polanski's first English film. A flat, a woman, and hands coming out of the walls.
Predicted most of what people now say about the internet, using a Betamax slot in a man's stomach.