The Campus Killer's voice is drowned out by those of women, as it should be.

Here we go again.

Turns out, the greatest onscreen campfire story sequence didn't come from a horror movie.

America's most notorious cult leader was hating from outside of the club.

We're seeing double for US.

Cannibalism and the elite go together like fava beans and Chianti.

It's tempting to distance ourselves, but we shouldn't write off serial killer films sight unseen.

I don't believe in guilty pleasures, but this seems like the kind of film that people would shame me for enjoying.

Aislinn Clarke’s feature debut snatches worn-and-torn possession film cliches out from the fire.