Messiah of Evil

Like a spaced-out & supremely haunted West Coast, left-shoe drop to Romero's 'Night of the Living Dead', 'Messiah of Evil' is a wholly singular film which occupies a wholly singular era. There is no other film which feels like this: like the whole world has been…

nathaxnne [goodbye <3]

The plot, what little there is of one, is very Lovecraftian - endless flight through a seaside town, followers of an obscure sect pursuing you even in your sleep, locked up safe in your motel. But there's an overriding voice that is reminiscent of Shirley Jackson - events…

The Horror of Marna Larsen

An unsung classic of 70's horror, Messiah of Evil is an ultra eerie and unsettling nightmare—a grimly fiendish offbeat art horror masterpiece that oozes the kind of succulent dream dread slathered atmosphere that drives me wild. This is a hazy transmission from another…

Ian West

this is literally a nightmare in cinematic format, Insanely beautiful

noen

At first, I was put off by the lack of a reveal (of what, I fittingly won't say! sooo myster--no, I just don't want to spoil it), but as I listened to the closing moments repeat the opening narration, it all clicked. The filmmakers took to heart the fear of the unknown idea…

Sally Jane Black

I said it with Alice, Sweet Alice and I’ll say it again here: when you film your horror movie on film that looks like you bought it with saved up cereal box tops, you’ve got a three lap head start in terms of tone. Ultimately the plot of this movie (some models have a bad…

Branson Reese

A pure atmosphere combination of like 4-5 different genres I already love individually: the Romero-esque societal sickness/breakdown movie, sleepy coastal cosmic horror, surreal gothic Italian set pieces, and religious cannibal cowboys. This thing has got it all and is…

Josh Lewis

Velvet Vampire goes Pop Shopping. Too drunk on red vodka cocktails to know it's a zombie movie. What's a zombie movie? figures in the landscape, where the beach is one endless oil painting and Dad's paint cool murals all over the beach house walls. This movie is made out of…

Scumbalina

Doom. Gloom. Dread. The stuff of nightmares that begin as daydreams, permeating through your soul like a whisper on the wind, beckoning you towards the beautifully dark ocean waves gently roaring as they crash onto dusk-lit beaches in the dead of night.    Desolate downtown…

Matt!