#castle-freak

#castle-freak

Javier Bardem's Oscar-winning performance as Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men remains an iconic villain turn 20 years later, and now he takes on Max Cady in Cape Fear.

Dead Lover's heroine is odorous by trade, a lovelorn gravedigger of indeterminate age and origin. Glowicki's accent, roaming between Canada, Canvey Island and Canberra, becomes part of the fun—she's driven to extremes after her verse-spouting poet sweetheart perishes in a shipwreck. Part-Burke and Hare, part-Victor Frankenstein, she salvages what she can of the corpse.

Upon going solo after White Zombie's breakup in the late '90s, the one-time noise-rock underdog became metal's demonoid phenom with 1998's Hellbilly Deluxe, a monster mosh of horror-themed industrial-metal that spawned the generational vampiric speedway anthem, "Dragula," along with several other Halloween playlist essentials.

The first thing you notice about undertone is how quiet it is; not just in its audio mix, but in how it's shot - primarily steady wide shots that slowly pan across empty rooms, allowing your eyes to frantically scan for something amiss. It's an understated form of filmmaking that allows for the movie's scares to hit all that much harder.

Netflix and Universal were very kind to let me go direct Scream VII and put some projects on hold. Now I'm focused on those. The first is a TV show based in the Universal monster land. It won't skimp on Williamson's penchant for melodrama, either: he compared the project to an adult Vampire Diaries, which we've not really gotten from him before.

Narrated by the wayward ghost of Mary Shelley, Gyllenhaal's loopy, overstuffed fable is maddeningly uneven and just plain mad, in both the furious and off-its-rocker sense. I liked it more than any movie I've also considered walking out of.

Until recently, "liminal spaces" were only known to architects. But on the Internet, storytellers and amateur filmmakers have morphed these ubiquitous places you pass by on errand runs into caverns of cosmic terror. Now, a new A24 film from 20-year-old filmmaker Kane Parsons is set to kick off the summer and christen it the season of liminal horror.

Yet things somehow don't feel impossibly bleak. The marketing for the previous film ( one of 2025's best) leaned hard on eerie visuals like terrifying towers of bones and an orange-tinted Fiennes, looking unhinged. Once you saw the movie, though, the truth behind those images gave them an unexpected beauty: Those bones were actually meant as an ossuary, a memorial for those lost to the Rage virus, and Fiennes's character was a kindly doctor doing his best in dire times.

Fiennes's dance to Iron Maiden's The Number of the Beast is basically one of the most extraordinary moments of his career. At the screening I attended, we were on our feet, looking for a speaker bin to headbang into. The band surely has to rerelease this track with Fiennes's performance as a new official video. His Voldemort was never so freaky. It is just so exhilarating to see this intergenerational face-off between such superb actors as Fiennes and O'Connell.