I remember sitting down in a packed cinema room in Leicester Square watching another Blumhouse Productions spine-tingler, Sinister, critiquing the film as gasps and yaps resounded around me. Despite it being a very enjoyable horror film, I couldn’t take my mind off of a simple, glaringly-obvious plot contrivance that occurred continually: just why didn’t the […]
In 2001, when a relatively unknown director named Victor Salva linked up with the world renowned Francis Ford Coppola to create Jeepers Creepers, little did anybody realise how seminal and genre changing the film would ultimately be.
It’s been a while since my last entry. Rest assured; the atrocities that so often make mince meat out of the victims of horror films have not befallen me. Or have I risen from the dead?
That droning repetitive utterance you may be able to mildly hear seeping through your walls like the unsettling mantra of some kind of secret society being formed in the neighbouring house, is actually me reciting my usual lilt of “please don’t be a found-footage film, please don’t be a found-footage film”.