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The Language of Death and the Limits of Translation

The Things You Kill

Alireza Khatami’s THE THINGS YOU KILL seeps in—an atmospheric riddle where vengeance and grief walk the same path until they’re indistinguishable. On its surface, it’s about a man haunted by his mother’s suspicious death and a gardener coerced into revenge. Beneath that, it’s about the futility of trying to purify pain with more violence. Every frame feels like a confession whispered into a well, knowing the echo will return distorted.

A Television Time Capsule With Teeth

Dead of Night (Special Edition) (Blu-ray)

Dan Curtis’ DEAD OF NIGHT plays like a séance conducted through a TV antenna — flickering, imperfect, yet oddly intimate. First aired in 1977 and now preserved through Kino Lorber’s new release, this trio of stories captures the singular magic of broadcast horror: the sensation that something dark could slip through your living room at any moment. It’s uneven, yes, but within its framework lies the DNA of an entire generation’s fear.

Therapy Costs Extra—Welcome Back to the Hazbin

Hazbin Hotel: Season Two

HAZBIN HOTEL: SEASON 2 isn’t a continuation—it’s a relapse. A gorgeous, glittering, gloriously depraved relapse. Vivienne Medrano’s chaotic, bloodstained Broadway in Hell returns with sharper claws, higher heels, and more show-stopping numbers than Heaven could ever forgive. After Charlie Morningstar’s little “oops, I accidentally won a war against Heaven” moment, the Hotel is booming. Demons are checking in like it’s a cruise ship for the damned—but most of them aren’t looking for redemption. They’re looking for clout, chaos, and free room service.

A Wickedly Low-Budget Tale of Lust and Lies

Deadman's Barstool

DEADMAN’S BARSTOOL is a queer-tinged cocktail of noir, satire, and charisma—served straight up with a splash of sleaze. Written and directed by Dean Dempsey, co-written with Greg Mania, the film was made in 2018 but now finds new life through Anchor Bay’s Blu-ray reissue. It’s a murder-mystery that plays like a warped sermon about lust, power, and the hypocrisy of modern faith, filtered through a lens that reveres John Waters, early Todd Haynes, and the chaotic, anything-goes spirit of downtown New York’s underground art scene. For all its rough edges and microbudget limitations, there’s something magnetic about the film’s boldness—it’s the kind of noir that feels too alive, too sly to moralize, and too aware of its own absurdity to take itself too seriously.

Monsters Reborn in the Age of Soap and Shadows

Dan Curtis' Classic Monsters (Kino Cult #39) (Blu-ray)

DAN CURTIS’ CLASSIC MONSTERS arrives like a midnight séance—summoning the very foundation of horror storytelling into the comforting glow of the TV. The set puts three of the most ambitious TV horror productions of their time: DRACULA (1974), FRANKENSTEIN (1973), and THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL & MR. HYDE (1968). Produced or directed by Dan Curtis, the man responsible for DARK SHADOWS (so maybe I have a soft spot), these films represent a remarkable collision between the gothic grandeur of Universal’s golden age and the intimacy of 70s television. What Kino Lorber presents here under its Kino Cult banner is not merely a nostalgia trip—it’s a reclamation of television horror as art, which thrives within constraints rather than collapsing under them.

Anxiety Gets a Name—and a Nemesis

Lesbian Space Princess

LESBIAN SPACE PRINCESS is the kind of movie that doesn’t just wink at its audience—it throws glitter in their face and asks them to sing along. Directed and written by Leela Varghese and Emma Hough Hobbs, the animated feature is a sugar rush of queer pandemonium that manages to balance its campiness with genuine heart. Beneath its chaotic, candy-colored surface lies something surprisingly heartfelt: a story about anxiety, self-worth, and learning to love yourself even when your brain insists you shouldn’t.

A Coming-of-Old-Age Tale With Real Tenderness

Familiar Touch

FAMILIAR TOUCH begins the way memory does — halfway through a thought, in motion before you realize where you’re headed. Ruth (Kathleen Chalfant) moves through her house performing small, almost automatic tasks: slicing fruit, turning on a burner, checking a pan that’s already empty. The gestures make sense only because they’ve been repeated for decades. Yet writer/director Sarah Friedland uses these simple actions to pull us into something far less ordinary — a portrait of a woman whose body still remembers a life her mind has started to lose.

The Angry Mob Meets Its Match: Empathy

Stitch Head

STITCH HEAD aims straight for the spot where spooky meets sweet: a PG “horror” that plays with the Frankenstein myth from the kids’ table without talking down to them. High above a little town, a mad professor keeps churning out monsters and promptly forgets about them, leaving his first, smallest creation to hold the whole place together. A traveling showman shows up promising love and limelight, and our stitched-together caretaker is tempted to chase the attention instead of the community he’s already built. That arc—validation versus belonging—gives the film its pulse. It’s more of a comedy adventure with cobweb trim, closer in spirit to a storybook campfire tale than anything actually frightening.

A Descent That Finds Grace in Despair

Martyrs

There are horror films that aim to frighten, disturb, or repulse — and then there’s MARTYRS. Pascal Laugier’s 2008 film doesn’t just cross the line; it redraws it entirely. Newly restored in 4K by Eureka Entertainment’s Masters of Cinema series, the film remains as devastating and divisive as it was at release. It’s the kind of experience that doesn’t feel like watching a movie so much as enduring one. But in that endurance lies its genius. Laugier created something few filmmakers attempt: a story where violence is not spectacle, but a form of spiritual confrontation. It’s horror as philosophy, and philosophy as punishment.

Shadows, Sweat, and the Quiet Violence of Ownership

LandLord

When horror uses reality as its foundation, the results can be devastatingly effective. LANDLORD leans on that principle—weaponizing the all-too-familiar power imbalance between tenant and property owner—and gives it literal teeth. Set in a sweltering, rundown apartment complex that feels like it's decaying in real time, the story centers on a bounty hunter who arrives to collect a stolen briefcase, only to find herself entangled in a far darker kind of transaction. Her unexpected ally is a young boy named Alex, orphaned when his mother falls victim to an attack from a “landlord”. A premise that practically bleeds irony, fusing folklore with financial predation.

Big Money Vs. Small Voices

Running for the Mountains

RUNNING FOR THE MOUNTAINS begins with an image most Americans would recognize—a rolling Appalachian horizon that feels both eternal and endangered. The documentary quickly upends that serenity, revealing a region defined less by its natural beauty than by the industries exploiting it. Directed by Julie Eisenberg and Babette Hogan, the film is an unflinching look at how fossil fuel extraction and deregulation have turned West Virginia into a cautionary case study in environmental sacrifice and political rot.

Exploitation Flick With a Grim Pulse

Ms .45 [Limited Edition]

Abel Ferrara’s MS. 45 wastes no time showing what kind of story it wants to tell. The film drops us into a version of New York that feels dangerous even in the daylight—crowded, indifferent, and predatory. Within hours, Thana, a garment-district seamstress, is assaulted twice. What follows isn’t just another revenge narrative; it’s a stripped-down character study about how trauma hardens into purpose. Ferrara and Zoë Lund, who was only seventeen during filming, created something raw and unnerving from material that could have felt exploitative in lesser hands. Nuns, guns, and exploitation, but with surprising depth!

When the Page Starts Looking Back

In The Mouth Of Madness [Limited Edition]

John Carpenter lays out a story about an insurance investigator chasing a missing horror author—and then Carpenter turns the narrative into a diagnosis. What begins as a story about corporate calculus and a publicity headache mutates into a portrait of a contagion that influences the audience, illustrating how ideas crawl under the skin and the terrifying possibility that authorship is less about who writes and more about who believes. If the earlier entries in Carpenter’s ‘Apocalypse Trilogy’ (THE THING and PRINCE OF DARKNESS) toy with impending doom, this one grins, hands you a paperback, and dares you to read it aloud.

The Final Descent That Forgot Where It Started

Hell House LLC: Lineage

After nearly a decade of hauntings, possessions, and theories about the infamous Abaddon Hotel, Stephen Cognetti’s HELL HOUSE LLC: LINEAGE arrives with the heavy task of tying it all together. What should have been a dark, satisfying sendoff to one of the more inventive found-footage franchises instead ends up as a muddled, exposition-heavy finale that leaves you asking the same question as its characters—why are we still here?

A Past That Refuses to Die

The Ritual House

There’s a familiar chill to THE RITUAL HOUSE, one that stems not from originality but from the unease of watching people unravel inside a home that clearly doesn’t want them there. Directed by Crystal J. Huang, the film walks a narrow line between ghost story and low-budget supernatural mystery, managing to deliver a few eerie moments even when its script can’t quite sustain the weight of its own ideas. While not the disaster, it’s a rough, uneven entry into indie horror — the kind of film that works best late at night with the lights off and expectations low.

Glitter, Guts, and Found Family

Queens of the Dead

QUEENS OF THE DEAD is a battle staged on a dance floor, where identity, community, and performance are all turned up to eleven. Tina Romero positions the film inside a Brooklyn warehouse party, then detonates it with a zombie surge that scrambles drag rivalries, backstage politics, and romantic hang-ups into a makeshift survival crew. That hook alone would be enough to carry a standard horror-comedy, but the surprise is how much sincerity lives under the glitter. Even when jokes land wide and the gore is a bit laughable, the movie keeps circling back to what matters: chosen family and the work it takes to remain one when everything outside is trying to split you apart.

A Mother-Daughter Bond Against the Infinite

Project Genesis (Taklee Genesis x Worlds Collide)

A classified Cold War experiment. A radio call from a father lost in time—a mom who decides to chase the impossible. PROJECT GENESIS doesn’t start small, and it refuses to play small once it gets moving. Writer/director Chookiat Sakveerakul swings for the fences with a genre cocktail that laces time-travel sci-fi with kaiju flourishes, prehistoric spectacle, dystopian futures, and a mother-daughter story sturdy enough to steady the camera when the movie’s imagination threatens to buckle it. Ambition is the point here—ambition of scope, of timeline, of texture—and the film largely earns the right to be big by keeping its human center in focus.

A Live-Action Anime That Actually Moves

School in the Crosshairs (Nerawareta gakuen)

SCHOOL IN THE CROSSHAIRS works because it takes a simple idea—a teen girl discovers her telekinetic powers—and refuses to treat it as a party trick. Yuka (Hiroko Yakushimaru) is a kid who suddenly has a lever big enough to move her world, and director Nobuhiko Obayashi uses that lever to pry open everything around her: the pressure to conform, the seduction of authority, the way adults and institutions look at students and see raw material. Even when the film gets strange—cosmic intruders, pop-art—it stays grounded in the daily reality of school life: classrooms, clubs, elections, crushes. Ordinary rituals pushed slightly off-axis until they reveal what they were training you for all along.

Nostalgia Meets Something That Bites Back

Tenement

TENEMENT starts with a moment: a Japanese-Cambodian manga artist flies to Phnom Penh after her mother’s death to reconnect with family and, hopefully, with a part of herself that distance turned abstract. She rents an apartment in a crumbling housing block once filled with memories her mother never fully shared. Relatives welcome her, neighbors are intrigued, and this old apartment seems eager to help the healing process along. Then the walls begin to talk—just not in a language that comfort understands.

Stupid Smart, Proudly Scruffy

Someone Dies!

SOMEONE DIES! is proof that lo-fi sci-fi can still feel fresh when it leads with personality. Set almost entirely inside a creaky Houston apartment, the film builds a butterfly-effect satire out of a desperate dad, an ominous letter, and a time-warping contraption that looks like it was assembled during a garage-sale speed run. It’s proudly rough around the edges by design, and that handmade quality becomes part of the joke. When characters insist the device is “teleportery, witchcrafty,” you believe them because the film’s world embraces the ridiculous without apology.

The Rules of Society Versus the Rules of Nature

Lady Chatterley's Lover (L'amant de Lady Chatterley)

LADY CHATTERLEY’S LOVER arrives with a reputation larger than its running time. As the first (of many) feature adaptations of D.H. Lawrence’s legendary novel, this 1955 version wears its history in every frame: a French production translating a very English scandal, built in the language of a studio romance rather than raw transgression. Seen today, it fascinates less as provocation and more as a window into mid-century decorum, the careful ways filmmakers worked around censors, and how a love story about class and the body could be shaped into something both daring for its moment and undeniably acceptable.

A City, a Dream, and the Race to Be Heard

Boxcutter

Reza Dahya’s BOXCUTTER runs, breathes, and sweats through the city it calls home. Toronto isn’t a backdrop here; it’s the film’s heartbeat, the constant that is pushing its characters to chase validation, redemption, and maybe even a version of success that feels like theirs. An aspiring rapper named Rome loses the only copy of his music hours before a chance encounter with a superstar producer. The film handles this moment with a deeper dive than expected, allowing it to become a study of insecurity, identity, and the desperate hunger for recognition in a city that’s still fighting to be seen.

Youth, Without Quotation Marks

This Too Shall Pass

THIS TOO SHALL PASS lives in that liminal stretch between what teenagers swear they’re ready for and what adulthood actually demands. Set to a distinctly 80s pulse, it follows 16-year-old Simon and his close friends as they sprint toward the Canadian border for a taste of freedom, expecting a postcard of rebellion and getting a messier, more genuine weekend instead. The hook is familiar: a road trip that doubles as a reckoning. What elevates it is how rarely the film settles for an easy out. It lets immaturity be loud, friendship be complicated, and consequences arrive without preaching. For a film packaging its nostalgia in hooky, mixtape-ready textures (with all the cliches in tow), it’s surprisingly honest about how much growing up hurts.