Fright Club: Super Fans in Horror Movies

We are horror movie superfans. Maybe you are too. So today, let’s celebrate our own. Would we eat the object of our affection just to keep them close? No – think of the cholesterol! But we can get behind some of these behaviors, we’re not going to lie.

5. The Fan (1982)

The first thing Eckhart Schmidt’s film has in its favor is that the audience is meant to empathize with the fan, Simone (Désirée Nosbusch). Generally, we see the fanatical from the celebrity’s point of view, but this makes more sense because every member of the audience is more likely to have lost their shit over a teen idol than they’ve been worshipped themselves.

And yet, Simone clearly has a screw loose. Schmidt’s approach to her obsession as seen through the eyes of worried parents, apologetic postmen and other adults is confused and compassionate. Teenage girls – who can understand them? The tone is ideal to set up the explosive heartbreak you know is coming, as well as a third act you couldn’t possibly see coming.

4. Perfect Blue (1997)

This psychosexual thriller might feel garden variety if it had been made into a live action film. A young woman trades in her innocent image to take on more suggestive roles as an actress, only to find her fans turning on her in violent ways. Or is it an internal conflict over the way men and the media need to sexualize her that’s fragmenting her own mind?

In director Satoshi Kon’s anime vision, those familiar thriller tropes take on an unseemly dreamy quality. The animation style suggests more about the way mass media consumes a sexualized idea of innocence than any live action film could muster, and the hallucinatory quality achieved in the film would never have played this well in any other style.

3. Play Misty for Me (1971)

Clint Eastwood made his directorial debut with this cautionary tale. Free-wheeling bachelor and jazz radio DJ Dave Garver (Eastwood) picks up a fan (Julie Walter) in a local bar, but it turns out she’s an obsessive and dangerous nut job.

You can see this film all over later psycho girlfriend flicks, most notably Fatal Attraction, but it was groundbreaking at the time. To watch hard edged action hero Eastwood – in more of a quiet storm mode – visibly frightened by this woman was also a turning point. We’re told the shag haircut sported by Donna Mills also became quite the rage after the film debuted in ’71.

Eastwood capitalizes on something that all the rest of the films on this list pick up – that voice on the radio is actually a person who’s somewhat trapped. You can hear him, but you can’t necessarily help him. He’s both public and isolated. Eastwood’s slow boil direction and Walter’s eerie instability infuse the soft jazz sound with an undercurrent of danger that generates unease in every frame.

2. Chain Reactions (2024)

Not everyone believes Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre is a masterpiece of American filmmaking. I find those people suspicious. Luckily, those are not the people filmmaker Alexandre O. Philippe (Memory: The Origins of Alien, 78/52) talks to for his latest documentary, Chain Reactions.

Philippe’s approach is that of a fan and an investigator. When Patton Oswalt compares Hooper scenes to those from silent horror classics, Philippe split screens the images for our consideration. When Karyn Kusama digs into the importance of the color red, Chain Reactions shows us. We feel the macabre comedy, the verité horror, the beauty and the grotesque.

What you can’t escape is the film’s influence and its craft. The set design should be studied. Hooper’s use of color, his preoccupation with the sun and the moon, the way he juxtaposes images of genuine beauty with the grimmest sights imaginable. Chain Reactions is an absolute treasure of a film for fans of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.

1.Misery (1990)

Kathy Bates had been knocking around Hollywood for decades, but no one really knew who she was until she landed Misery. Her sadistic nurturer Annie Wilkes – rabid romance novel fan, part-time nurse, full-time wacko – ranks among the most memorable crazy ladies of modern cinema.

James Caan plays novelist Paul Sheldon, who kills off popular character Misery Chastain, then celebrates with a road trip that goes awry when he crashes his car, only to be saved by his brawniest and most fervent fan, Annie. Well, she’s more a fan of Misery Chastain’s than she is Paul Sheldon’s, and once she realizes what he’s done, she refuses to allow him out of her house until she brings Misery back to literary life.

Caan seethes, and you know there’s an ass-kicking somewhere deep in his mangled body just waiting to get out. But it’s Bates we remember. She nails the bumpkin who oscillates between humble fan, terrifying master, and put-upon martyr. Indeed, both physically and emotionally, she so thoroughly animates this nutjob that she secured an Oscar.

The Camera Never Lies

Bodycam

Screens Thursday, Oct. 16 at 8pm

by George Wolf

Take the frenetic desperation of The Blair Witch Project‘s final minutes, move it to a more urban battleground and layer it with plenty of first-person shooter sequences, and you’re in the ballpark of Bodycam, director Brandon Christensen’s shaky cam shakedown of two cops and one very bad choice.

Officer Bryce (Sean Rogerson) and officer Jackson (Jamie M. Callica) respond to a domestic dispute, and we follow along thanks to their bodycams. The house is dark and plenty creepy, and things escalate to the point of a fatal shooting. The possible fallout spurs Bryce to panic.

He has too much to lose for this situation to go public and convinces Jackson to help him cover up what happened. But when a techie colleague tries to scrub the cam footage, she notices some strange graffiti on the wall, and realizes it’s already too late to keep the killing a secret.

At least from certain, very scary people.

Uh oh. Bryce and Jackson are in for a bad time.

Christensen (Night of the Reaper, Z, Superhost, The Puppetman), co-writing again with his brother Ryan, doesn’t waste any time getting down to nasty business. And once the 75-minute film hits the midway point, the bloody fun is amped up a notch or three as the two cops come to grips with the promise of retribution for their actions.

“Why couldn’t you have done the right thing?”

In today’s climate, that question from one cop to another carries some serious weight. And though the implications are clear, Christensen is more committed to the repercussions.

Bodycam dishes them out in frenzied, crowd-pleasing glory.

Can You Hear Me Now?

Interaction

Screens Sunday, October 19 at 4pm

by Hope Madden

Dallas Richard Hallam’s mesmerizing, beautifully shot, and quietly audacious feature Interaction lulls you, then hypnotizes you. But you have no idea what you’re in for.

House cleaner Rebecca (Suziey Block) hides little recording devices in all the homes she cleans. Never without her headphones, and right under the noses of clients with the means to pay for housekeeping, she listens to their most banal and most intimate moments.

But she listens all the time—in the car, in bed at night. The keepers are even labeled, for when she needs to relax, when she needs to laugh, when she needs a good cry. And for quite a while, this unapologetic invasion of privacy plays like a poetic reflection of modern social isolation.

The quietly beautiful image of loneliness and disconnect is a sleight of hand, though, and the film slowly – with zero exposition – turns more and more sinister.

Nearly the only dialog in the entire film comes from these recordings. When someone does speak, it feels like an invasion. This, too, suggests a director in absolute command of his medium. Though we may believe we have nothing in common with Rebecca, we come to connect with her. We worry when she seems too at home in someone else’s living space, fear that she should remove the headphones before she commits to certain acts, in case someone is around the corner, or returns home unexpectedly.

Hallam tightens tensions minute by minute, so quietly and efficiently you may not even recognize your own anxiety. He’s helped immeasurably by a masterpiece of understatement from Block, whose performance is unnervingly authentic and, for that reason, shocking when it needs to be.

Filmmaker Claire Denis has built an immaculate career making movies about the moments in the story other directors ignore or leave out. The same story is told, she just uses different beats within the same tale to tell it. Hallam, who co-wrote the script with A.P. Boland, approaches the film in much the same way.

At no point does his choice feel like a gimmick, which is success in itself. But when the film begins to veer toward true thriller, when it turns genuinely mean, it’s unsettling in the way a Denis or even a Michael Haneke film might be. Interaction is hard to forget.

The Bloodsucker Proxy

LandLord

Screens Saturday, October 18 at 2pm

by George Wolf

Remember the simple genius of 30 Days of Night? Vampires were roaming Alaska, in a town with no sunlight for a month! We all wondered why we didn’t think of that.

LandLord is built on a similarly clever foundation. Vampires have to be invited in, right?

Not if they own the property.

Go on.

Writer/director Remington Smith could have steered that premise toward a basic bite-fest, and it might have been good fun. But here he has something more ambitious in mind, with a patient, understated approach that makes sure the wounds go a little bit deeper.

A Black Bounty Hunter (a terrific Adama Abramson) cuts quite a figure as she travels alone, on foot and dealing only in cash. The bills she throws at the manager of a rundown apartment complex get her some keys with no questions asked, and plenty of time to surveil a man who carries a valuable briefcase.

But a chance meeting with a bullied youngster named Alex (Cohen Cooper) slowly draws the Bounty Hunter away from her mark, and toward Alex’s outrageous claims about a white vampire stalking the housing community.

The apartment setting coupled with the teenage perspective calls to mind 2016’s excellent The Transfiguration, while the prevailing subtext of a disposable population echoes Jorge Michael Grau’s masterful We Are What We Are. Still, Smith is able to make sure his own voice his heard.

LandLord is a story of survival. Getting out alive is going to take wits, courage, and a good friend watching your back. You’ve just got to know who the bloodsuckers are.

And some of them might even be vampires.

Car Wheels on a Gravel Road

Tinsman Road

Screens Sunday, October 19 at 2pm

by Rachel Willis

Writer, director, and star Robbie Banfitch crafts a unique, documentary-style film with his feature, Tinsman Road.

Banfitch plays Robbie Lyle, a documentarian focused on capturing his mother Leslie’s (Leslie Ann Banfitch) belief that her missing daughter is now an angel.

Leslie’s grief is tangible, and as the “documentary” progresses, her hold on reality seems more and more tenuous. Her belief that her daughter is now a visiting angel is met with tender skepticism by her son. When she asks if he believes in psychics, she answers his no with the assurance that while “some are scams,” hers is real.

Leslie Banfitch’s naturalism helps sell the documentary approach. Her ability to fully encompass a woman who believes her missing daughter now haunts her life is not only heartfelt but convincing. Her performance sets the film apart from similar, weaker fare. Robbie’s own grief feels two-fold. Not only does he also mourn the loss of his sister but feels helpless in helping his mom with her grief. It’s a heart wrenching dilemma.

Eerie elements underscore the fact that, while this is a movie about a grieving family, it’s also a horror film. It’s these subtleties from the very beginning that slowly suck you in. The film also pulls artfully from the true crime genre.

The camera work and low-budget quality of the movie both heighten the tension and add to the sorrow surrounding the characters. Though the style has certainly been overused in the horror genre, Banfitch manages to make it feel like a necessary choice.

Certain moments feel unnecessary, but they’re few and far between. The removal of one or two scenes may have helped tighten pacing. But these are small imperfections, easy to overlook.

Tinsman Road‘s slowly building dread gives way to a shattering climax. The intensity of the third act is stomach churning, especially after the quiet meditation on grief that came before it. Banfitch rewards your patience with the finale.

Grief and horror have often gone hand in hand, and Banfitch offers up a worthy contribution.

Horror and Heavy Metal Collide

If It Bleeds

Screening Friday, October 17 at 6:30pm

by Brooklyn Ewing

Horror anthologies hold a special place in my heart, and If It Bleeds packs three individual segments full of iconic horror appearances, and awesome makeup FX. 

In the wraparound story, a hungry young news reporter, Diane Winters, (Terrifier’s Catherine Corcoran), and her cameraman, chase a series of brutal murders during a hectic day hunting down a lead story. 

Director and writer Matthew Hersh packs this film full of killer actors like Dee Wallace (Cujo, ET, The Howling) Doug Jones (Pan’s Labyrinth, The Shape of Water, Hellboy), Bonnie Aarons (The Nun and the Nun 2), John Kassir (Tales from the Crypt), Russell Todd (Chopping Mall, Friday the 13th Part II), and Khleo Thomas (Holes and Roll Bounce). 

If It Bleeds is filled with faces you’ll recognize from the horror and heavy metal communities. It was awesome to see metal aficionado Jose Mangin in the segment featuring the voice of John Kassir. Kassir really nails Chip, the puppet. It’s such a magical moment hearing him do another horror voice. The segments are so stacked with up and coming horror talent that I can’t even name drop everyone appropriately. 

From the soundtrack to each and every segment, If It Bleeds gives you all the gore and killer stories you could ask for. This one is so fun, and is perfect for horror and metal fans. Hersh has definitely me super excited to see what he does next. 

5 stars, because Chip said so!

A Video Rental Store Dream

Blood Barn

Screens Friday, October 17 at 8:30pm

by Brooklyn Ewing

I have always wondered what it felt like to see 1981’s The Evil Dead before it was released to the world, and now I kind of feel like I do thanks to Gabriel Bernini’s first feature film, Blood Barn

Blood Barn isn’t perfect, or super polished, like most new horror making its way onto the screen. Honestly, it doesn’t need to be because it’s so creative, and feels like something special you’d pull from the shelf in a mom and pop video store in 1983 because the box art was so cool. 

In the film, a group of friends find themselves traveling to an old farmhouse to have some fun when they accidentally conjure up some old demons, and all hell breaks loose.  I almost lost my mind when I saw Rachel, played by Euphoria actress Chloe Cherry, show up in the car ride. She’s just an absolute vibe in everything she does. The other cast members fit right in and create such a cool group of quirky, vintage friends that I want to hang out with. 

This throw back to 70s and early 80s, camp horror uses so many out-of-the-box cinematic tricks to create their vintage atmosphere on a shoe string budget. I found myself wanting to immediately sit down with Bernini and the team to ask how they pulled off so many of the shots. The cinematography in the opening alone fills me with nostalgia, and makes me feel like a kid again sneaking out to the living room to watch a movie on USA Up All Night with Rhonda Shear and, the late, Gilbert Gottfried. 

Blood Barn oozes vibes from classics like The Evil Dead, Friday the 13th, Night of the Demons, and even has small nods to things like A Nightmare on Elm Street, Prom Night, New Year’s Evil, Blood Lake and Sleepaway Camp

Don’t go into Blood Barn expecting to see a perfectly written studio film. It’s not that. This movie celebrates creative indie filmmaking from a bygone era at its best. Have some fun with this one. It’s packed with all the nostalgia you can handle, and all the old school makeup FX that an 80s horror kid could dream of. 

Old school horror fans, this one’s for you. 

Elvira would give it 5 stars, so I will too.

Final (Draft) Girl

The Red Mask

Screens Friday, October 17 at 4pm

by Daniel Baldwin

Attempting to reinvent a film franchise can be an incredibly tricky thing. If things change too much, filmmakers risk incensing fans and making audiences wonder why the new project even bears the same name as the original. If not enough is changed, subsections of fandom might be happy, but everyone else will still be left thinking, “What’s the point?”

That’s the fine line to be walked as a creator when tackling a pre-existing thing, especially when it comes to horror. There’s also a quiet truth: you’re never going to please everyone with your reinvention. Just ask folks like David Gordon Green, Nia DaCosta, Fede Alvarez, and filmmaking team Radio Silence. All tackled recent renewals of long-running slasher series to varying degrees of success, both of the critical and commercial variety. Fans still argue about all of them today and they will continue to do so for decades to come. For better or worse, franchises inspire passion in their fanbases. Sometimes that passion is born of love and acceptance. Other times, it is overflowing with hatred and malice.

This is the core subject of Ritesh Gupta’s satirical slasher, The Red Mask. Together with screenwriters Samantha Gurash and Patrick Robert Young, Gupta has crafted a fiercely critical look at both sides of the coin when it comes to a slasher series being redone for a new generation. The terror tale begins with acclaimed indie screenwriter Allina Green (Helena Howard) kicking off a stay at a secluded cabin with her fiancé, Deetz (Inanna Sarkis). The goal? To write a killer script for a reboot of popular fictional slasher series, The Red Mask.

Things take a turn when Allina & Deetz’s brainstorming sessions are interrupted when a couple (Jake Abel & Kelli Garner) with a clashing Airbnb reservation arrive at the cabin. Also – wouldn’t you know it? – they happen to be big fans of The Red Mask films who have their own very different thoughts on how their beloved saga should be revived. The stage is now set for a battle (both verbal and physical) between filmmakers and fans over the soul of an intellectual property.

It’s the kind of thing one only ever sees play out in comments sections and social media posts, but instead of ALL CAPS WARFARE, the fight becomes decidedly more literal in the hands of Gupta & Co. What results is a very savvy and fun piece of horror filmmaking that is sure to thrill you and make you chuckle in equal measure. Keep an eye out for this one, horror fans. It’s a really good time.

Are You There, Audience? It’s Me. Death.

The Cramps: A Period Piece

Screening Friday, October 17 at 10:30 pm

by Bob Green

The Cramps: A Period Piece, from writer/director Brook H. Cellars (she/they), is exactly what it says on the tin. Those of you that own a uterus are in for a fantastic time.  So is everybody else.

Agnes Applewhite (Lauren Kitchen) is a young woman flowering into adulthood and doing her best to escape her claustrophobic home life, her holier-than-thou mother, and her sycophantic sister.  She finds community at her local salon, populated with a cast of kooky characters, but she and her pants hold a dark and hilarious secret.

Now, I’m not generally a big consumer of low-fidelity horror because ADHD can be a pain, but Cellars has found a colorful, fun, and out-there way to address the issues that people with uteri have to suffer.  I am not one of those people, so I rely on the viewpoint of filmmakers like Cellars and others to walk me through the process, as it were.

Conversations about bodily processes like menstruation and reproduction can make people uncomfortable, but The Cramps brings the subject to the table with an irreverence that transcends audience discomfort.

Cellars brings to mind Russ Meyer and Herschell Gordon Lewis, with a touch of Go Go culture and a soupçon of John Waters, much like Anna Biller’s The Love Witch (2016). 

It’s just a hair melodramatic with our soft-spoken lead meandering through the perils of romance, family, and… other things. But the sass from everyone else, like her new boss, Martini Bear (Laverne Lancaster), brings it right back home.  The special effects are on that edge of cheesy that aficionados of B-Grade cinema adore.  The supporting cast of drag queens, queer folks, enbies and allies just make it an absolute hoot.

We all know that it’s difficult to make a “so-bad-it’s-good” movie on purpose, but Cellars has nailed it.  This is a cult movie wonder and I dig it, baby.

Nothing Permanent in This Wicked World

Tron: Ares

by Hope Madden

Tron was a fun idea in 1982. What director Joachim Rønning’s Tron: Ares gets very right is its commitment to simplicity, impressive yet simple visual effects, and soundtrack.

Greta Lee is Eve Kim, head of ENCOM, a tech industry whose whiz kid founder vanished back in the 80s. Kim’s been working on AI that can materialize into something concrete—like an orange tree. But she’s missing the string of code that will make the thing permanent, helping her eradicate hunger and do so many other good things AI will clearly never actually be used to do.

Meanwhile, megatech competitor Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters) is materializing soldiers, of course. But their impermanence is a stickler for him as well.

The race is one to own the permanence code! Natch, Dillinger sends one of his soldiers (Ares, played by Jared Leto) to nab Kim, leading to adventures inside and out of “the grid”.

Is it dumb? Of course it is. Is it fun? Sometimes it really is! There’s a motorcycle chase that looks amazing, a gorgeous opening sequence, and visuals that manage to be both forward thinking and adorably retro—kind of a highly polished version of a tech world as imagined in the early 1980s.

Supporting turns from effortless badass Jodie Turner-Smith and ever glorious Gillian Anderson class up the joint. And did I mention the characteristically jarring, distorted and sorely missed sounds of Nine Inch Nails?

Jared Leto does his best Jared Leto, handsome and wise and weirdly stiff. Whatever. But Greta Lee is clearly better than the material, which can’t help but elevate the few scenes requiring true acting. She runs well too. And Peters is a bit of fun as our favorite punching bag, the spoiled, entitled, weak tech billionaire playboy. (He’s no Nicholas Hoult, but the performance is still solid.)

Is Tron: Ares great? It is not. But it doesn’t suck, either.

Hope Madden and George Wolf … get it?