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There are only so many ways to reinvent a vampire before the creature stops feeling like a vampire at all. VAMPIRE CARNIVAL finds a surprisingly simple way around that problem: its creatures aren't particularly interested in your blood. They're interested in the misery you're carrying around with you, and for Gemma, a grieving young woman already struggling to move forward, that makes her exactly the sort of person they want walking through the gates.

Dolph Lundgren has spent four decades looking like one of the last people on Earth who needed anyone's sympathy. He's six-foot-five, built like someone created specifically to fight Rocky Balboa, holds advanced degrees, speaks multiple languages, practiced martial arts at a championship level, and somehow turned a relatively small role in ROCKY IV into an entire career. DOLPH: UNBREAKABLE gets far more interesting once it begins dismantling the idea that any of those accomplishments made the man underneath them particularly indestructible.

Being fourteen is miserable in ways that become strangely difficult to explain once you're no longer fourteen. You're old enough to recognize the people you want to become, young enough to misunderstand almost everything about how they got there, and desperate enough for acceptance that copying somebody else's clothes, attitude, interests, or sexuality can temporarily seem like the same thing as discovering your own. BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY remembers that uncomfortable middle ground with remarkable clarity, and it doesn't clean up the embarrassing parts just because its protagonist is someone we're meant to care about.

There’s something fundamentally uncomfortable about a room that looks completely ordinary but feels like somewhere you were never supposed to find. BACKROOMS understands that feeling better than most horror movies attempting to turn internet mythology into something feature-length, and director Kane Parsons wisely spends much of the movie trusting the spaces themselves to do the frightening. Yellow walls, fluorescent lights, endless hallways, and rooms that seem designed for a purpose nobody can remember become far more threatening than another monster jumping out of the darkness ever could.

Horror movies spend so much time asking us to watch closely that UNDERTONE immediately feels different by making listening the more dangerous activity. Writer-director Ian Tuason builds his feature debut around something almost embarrassingly simple: a woman puts on headphones and listens to recordings. That it becomes genuinely unnerving is the clearest sign Tuason understands exactly where his movie’s strengths are.

CORRUPTION opens with a young man being told that the life ahead of him should be guided by moral responsibility, then spends the next 82 minutes demonstrating just how difficult that becomes when everyone around him has learned to treat morality as negotiable. Mauro Bolognini’s 1963 drama isn’t especially subtle about the forces pulling Stefano Mattioli in different directions, but something is fascinating about watching his certainty slowly collapse. The movie isn’t really asking whether Stefano can resist one temptation. It’s asking how long anyone can hold onto an ideal when practically every part of the world around them is designed to make surrender easier.

There are bad ideas, and then there’s deciding to walk 49 miles because your car broke down. Doug (Gregory Fung) sees it as an adventure, while his best friend Max (Reece Henderson) reacts the way most reasonable people would. That difference gives 49 MILES MORE plenty of room for comedy. Still, director Oliver Cox eventually reveals that the ridiculous walk is only the excuse needed to put two longtime friends together when they have nowhere else to go.

The best idea in NO ONE WILL HEAR YOUR SCREAM arrives almost immediately. The 1990 World Cup consumes Argentina, entire neighborhoods empty as everyone gathers around televisions, and a killer realizes that there may never be a better time to murder someone. Every cheer from another room becomes cover, every match creates a window where witnesses disappear, and every game on the schedule can potentially mean another victim. It’s such a clean slasher setup that the movie barely needs to explain why it works.

Ghost-hunting television practically begs to be mocked. A group enters a dark building carrying expensive equipment, asks invisible occupants to make themselves known, hears something somewhere in the distance, and suddenly everybody is whispering about what might have happened. Richard Anthony Dunford’s GHOUL SQUAD starts with that familiar setup and asks a more important question: what if the people conducting the investigation were significantly less capable than whatever might actually be haunting the building?

Some movies recreate an older period of filmmaking by carefully imitating its appearance. CAREFUL feels like someone found a forgotten movie from another era, left it buried for decades, and discovered that everyone inside had completely lost their minds. Guy Maddin’s 1992 film borrows heavily from silent cinema, German Expressionism, early melodrama, and European mountain films, but calling it an homage barely explains what’s happening. Maddin doesn’t simply copy those influences. He twists them into something funny, uncomfortable, sexually charged, and proudly ridiculous.

There’s something wonderfully uncomplicated about putting a marble in a jar. Something good happens, you acknowledge it, and another marble drops inside. Do it enough times, and eventually you have physical proof that even during the worst stretches of life, good things were still happening. A MARBLE IN THE JAR takes that small exercise. It builds an entire documentary around it, gradually changing what those marbles represent as professional surfer Tatiana Weston-Webb and her coach, Greg Browning, move in directions neither could fully control.

Airi knows exactly what to do when a ghost refuses to leave. That confidence is what makes NEVER AFTER DARK, because writer-director Dave Boyle doesn’t introduce his lead as someone stumbling into the supernatural for the first time. She arrives with tools, rules, a practiced ritual, and the calm of someone who has done this often enough that fear has become part of the job.

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS does a lot of things right, but one of the most impressive things it does is convince you that all of this belongs together. A lonely florist, a singing man-eating plant, a sadistic dentist, a love story, and a parade of musical numbers shouldn’t fit inside the same 94 minutes. Yet Frank Oz keeps the movie moving with the confidence of someone who knows hesitation would be fatal.

The skeleton suit is almost a trick. KRIMINAL puts one of the most immediately recognizable costumes of 1960s European comic-book cinema front and center, only to discover that its real weapon is Glenn Saxson walking into a room with complete confidence and convincing everyone that he belongs there. The costume matters, but the man wearing it turns out to be much more interesting.

1978 puts celebration and cruelty in the same room. While Argentina is consumed by the 1978 World Cup final, a group of men connected to the country’s military dictatorship goes about the far uglier business of kidnapping and interrogating a group of young people, creating a contrast that gives the movie some of its most disturbing moments.

There’s something wonderfully strange about describing a movie as a “psychoglitter thriller,” but THE BELLADONNA earns every part of it. Writer-director Javid Rezai surrounds grief, jealousy, and psychological instability with sequins, corsets, bright makeup, and the theatricality of a burlesque club. Instead of those two sides fighting each other, the glitter makes the darkness underneath much easier to see.

Before anyone says much of anything, COME THE NIGHTFALL has already made one of its strongest decisions. Tom Michaels shot his 23-minute horror short on 16mm, and that choice immediately gives the film a texture that would be difficult to reproduce digitally. The grain, heavier shadows, and slightly worn image quality aren't simply there to announce that Michaels likes older horror movies. They help establish the uneasiness of a story where almost everyone seems a little different from the person they're presenting to the world.

There’s something almost ridiculous about assigning enormous meaning to a nickel. It’s the kind of coin many people wouldn't bother bending down to pick up, worth so little that finding one normally wouldn't register beyond the next few seconds. NICKELS takes that insignificant object and asks what happens when grief gives it a meaning that money never could.

When I started screening BEGOTTEN, I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I stopped trying to decide if what I was watching was really a “movie” or an exploration. There’s no traditional dialogue, no real narrative structure, and not even the expected character development some experimental films have, and the images are so distorted that figuring out what is happening becomes a challenge in itself. E. Elias Merhige drops the viewer into something resembling a nightmare that the viewers shouldn’t even be allowed to see, and whether that sounds fascinating or unbearable will probably depend on what you’re willing to accept.

Some movies are polished enough that you can almost forget somebody had to fight to get them made. UP IN HARLEM is the opposite. Paul E. Eliacin's independent drama wears nearly every limitation on its sleeve. Still, it carries the unmistakable feeling of someone with something specific to say and the determination to say it.

There’s something appropriately messy about a punk documentary that occasionally feels like somebody emptied decades of flyers, photographs, VHS tapes, club stories, and half-forgotten memories onto a table and decided to sort through all of it with us. OIL CAPITAL UNDERGROUND: THE GENESIS & EVOLUTION OF PUNK ROCK IN TULSA LATE 70S TO MID-90S may not always know when enough is enough, but there’s real value in how unwilling it is to let Tulsa’s underground music history quietly disappear.

The quickest way to make a nearly 70-year-old science-fiction movie feel its age is to ask it to predict the future. FORBIDDEN PLANET somehow survives that challenge because its version of tomorrow is so committed to being strange that realism almost stops mattering. The control panels, uniforms, enormous machinery, painted landscapes, electronic noises, and wonderfully bulky Robby the Robot don't resemble our world in 2026. However, together they create a future that still feels like someplace else.

The irony about SAWTOOTH MOUNTAIN is that Bigfoot barely needs to be there for everything to go horribly wrong. Writer/director Matt Kincses starts our story with people who desperately want Sasquatch to be real, adds someone willing to fake that for money, and then watches an increasingly stupid series of decisions turn a tourist attraction into something far more dangerous.

GO feels like someone preserved a particular corner of 1999 before anyone realized it was worth saving. The clothes, grocery-store jobs, pagers, raves, casual drug use, soundtrack, and general lack of concern about making a responsible decision all belong to a specific moment, yet Doug Liman's movie has survived considerably better than plenty of films that were supposed to represent their generation more seriously.

GHOST IN THE CELL can go from a vicious murder to an absurd joke quickly enough to make you wonder whether Joko Anwar is daring the movie to fall apart. Then he'll throw in a prison fight, political satire, another grotesque body, and something supernatural before giving the characters room to be funny again. Keeping all of that under control seems almost impossible, which makes it strangely entertaining to watch Anwar keep testing how much one movie can hold.