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Here at Bloody Good Horror we spend much of our time talking about good movies and bad movies alike, and picking apart the things that place titles in either category.

Behold, the untapped well of horror....real estate. Specifically the much talked about but rarely fully understood housing crisis in 2008. While there are true story dramedies starring multiple A-Listers to fulfill your cinematic mortgage yarns, here is the debut film by longtime assistant director Jonathan Watson, is here to whet the appetite of those craving an unlikely spree killer farce. Arizona is ridiculous and a tad overlong, but is ultimately a wildly entertaining darkly comedic thriller.

It's tough to say, unless you've recently revisited the Puppet Master series, that the franchise deserves icon status. The puppets themselves, and their many talents, indeed have a lasting impression, but the movies themselves don't seem to have the same effect for someone who watched them many many years ago as a youngster. Still, even with fleeting memories of the series it doesn't take a refresher course to recognize the latest reboot is not the Puppet Master one's foggy nostalgia might be expecting.

Summer has become a chomping ground for a shark movie resurgence. Ushered in mostly by The Shallows, followed a year later by 47 Meters Down, and now 2018 brings us The Meg; an adaptation of Steve Alten's series of novels that might as well have been dubbed "Jaws for Dummies." However, nearly two hours of giant shark shenanigans pales in comparison to the film's true wonder of nature...a smiling Jason Statham.

With Halloween season right around the corner, we thought it might be nice to take a little break from drinking pumpkin beers and eating candy to go outside and do some exercise.

With the golden age of the 80's slasher no longer visible in the rear-view, the closest thing we can come to reliving them (apart from dusting off old DVD's or buying restored blu-ray releases) is checking out new interpretations from a modern perspective. The Ranger takes a shot as a hybrid 80's slasher if the killer's childhood hero was Smokey the Bear. In the process, director Jenn Wexler doesn't reinvent the wheel, but seems to be on to something with her deranged park ranger with an axe to grind attitude against those who don't respect the park he's sworn to protect. 

Somewhere in some secret movie exec roll-a-dex is a coffee stained card containing an algorithm for creating fringe horror concepts to fill the never ending supply of the grocery store DVD bargain bins. That card was dusted off recently to at least assemble Sergio Sánchez's debut feature, Marrowbone; a slow-burn family chiller combining a flurry of shiny cinematic tools, but lacking the heart and soul to make its spooky aspirations come to life.

Nothing says “summer blockbuster” like adventures, explosions, and a hunky leading guy and sassy leading lady. And nothing says “summertime review of a summer blockbuster” like that review being posted after the movie is already out of theaters. For those of you who are still dying to read a hot take, though, I didn’t want to leave you hangin’!

Editor's Note: What follows is a critical analysis of Unsane as well as a personal account of one of our writer's experiences with mental illness.