Should vampire films hold sway in theaters once more, let’s hope that they’re like The Transfiguration. Michael O’Shea’s directorial debut is quiet and disturbing – embracing what it so reverently admires, but keenly aware that it cannot tread previous ground.

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.

The long running franchise gets an ambitious makeover in the hands of creator Don Mancini. Cult of Chucky is quite literally the most insane installment to date, though it still suffers from some of its generic pitfalls. 

Let's compare the IMDb plot synopses for the 2014 film Unfriended and 2017's Friend Request. In Unfriended, “A group of online chat room friends find themselves haunted by a mysterious, supernatural force using the account of their dead friend.” Friend Request’s totally original and completely different plot concerns itself with, “A popular college student [who] graciously accepts a social outcast's online friend request, but soon finds herself fighting a de

So you went to 7 Halloween parties last year and out hipster'd everyone. But alas you have no more costumes to prove your superiority. Fear not fellow hipster intellectual!

Carla Gugino and Bruce Greenwood star in Gerald's Game

Imagine if Viagra put Stephen King in charge of one of their ad campaigns and you have a starting position for Gerald’s Game. A husband, Gerald (a physically jacked and emotionally nuanced Bruce Greenwood), and wife, Jessie (Carla Gugino in a powerhouse performance), head to a secluded cabin to find the spark their relationship has been missing. Instead of a pair of bathtubs perched on a hill, Gerald decides the right accessories – besides his trusty blue pills – are police issue handcuffs.

Like its namesake, Tyler McIntyre's debut entry to the horror comedy world is a stitched together concoction of genre tropes and recognizable titles. Patchwork tramples all over some already fairly stepped in tracks but manages to be just fresh enough to trek those footsteps all over again.

There are a number of options open to parents should their child ever be run over by a gang of one-dimensional hooligans on dirt bikes. They could take said child to the hospital and hope, pray something can be done. They could report the incident to the police. Or, they could seek out a local witch and strike a murky bargain that involves her resurrecting a demon called Pumpkinhead to exact their revenge. It’s fairly easy to guess which option Ed Harley (the always entertaining Lance Henriksen) went with in 1988’s dark fantasy Pumpkinhead.

Darren Aronofsky isn’t afraid to take you to hell and back. Nor does he care whether you enjoyed the ride or not.

The already polarized reception mother! has received illuminates the perceived differences between art-house and mainstream audiences. Whereas one side is claimed to revel in philosophical mush, the other prefers explosive and expositive studio slop. Leave it to Aronofsky to embrace polarization and release a film that abides by each of these stereotypes and expertly demonstrates that neither audience is absolute.