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Corruption (1968): Peter Cushing’s Descent into Madness and Mayhem in a Grotesque 1960s Thriller

07 Friday Feb 2025

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Peter Cushing, known for his commanding presence in countless Hammer Horror films, took a sharp turn with Corruption (1968), a grim and morally depraved tale of obsession, vanity, and murder. In this stark and sordid thriller, Cushing plays Sir John Rowan, a respected surgeon whose descent into madness highlights his versatility as an actor while leaving the audience grappling with the film’s graphic nature and troubling themes. Though it has garnered a reputation as an exploitative oddity, Corruption remains an intriguing, if flawed, artifact of 1960s horror cinema.

Cushing’s portrayal of Rowan is a revelation for fans more accustomed to his roles as noble heroes or cunning villains in Hammer’s Gothic settings. Here, he plays a man driven by love and guilt to commit horrifying acts. When Rowan’s fiancée, Lynn (Sue Lloyd), suffers facial disfigurement after a freak accident, he becomes consumed by the desire to restore her beauty. This desire leads him to a gruesome discovery: the glandular fluids of murdered women can temporarily heal her scars. Cushing imbues Rowan with a tragic intensity, showing his slow unraveling as he succumbs to his monstrous impulses. It is one of his most unsettling performances, proving his ability to shine even in less-than-ideal material.

Corruption is as much an exploitation film as it is a psychological horror. Director Robert Hartford-Davis pulls no punches, delivering scenes of shocking violence that push the boundaries of what audiences might have expected from a film starring Cushing. The camera lingers on the grisly aftermath of Rowan’s murders, which gives the film an almost voyeuristic quality. This rawness, combined with its lurid themes, has divided critics and audiences alike. For some, it is a bold exploration of vanity and the destructive lengths to which one might go for love. For others, it is an uncomfortable and gratuitous experience.

One of the film’s most striking elements is its embrace of its time period. Unlike the Gothic castles and period settings of many other Cushing films, Corruption is firmly rooted in the Swinging ’60s, with its mod fashion, psychedelic lighting, and jazz-infused score. This contemporary backdrop heightens the film’s sense of moral decay, as Rowan’s sterile, clinical world collides with the vibrant, hedonistic culture of the era. The juxtaposition makes Rowan’s actions feel all the more jarring and alien.

Despite its fascinating premise and Cushing’s committed performance, Corruption falters in several areas. The script lacks nuance, often relying on shock value rather than exploring the deeper psychological or ethical implications of Rowan’s actions. The pacing can be uneven, with moments of genuine tension interspersed with scenes that drag. The supporting cast, while serviceable, struggles to match Cushing’s gravitas, and some of the dialogue feels stilted.

Additionally, the film’s depiction of women as victims of Rowan’s experiments has drawn criticism for its exploitative nature. While this can be seen as a reflection of the film’s themes—the objectification of women and society’s obsession with beauty—it can also feel gratuitous and uncomfortable to modern audiences.

Corruption was met with mixed reviews upon its release, and its graphic content ensured it was not for the faint of heart. However, over time, it has gained a cult following, particularly among fans of Cushing and aficionados of obscure 1960s horror. Its willingness to push boundaries and explore darker, more contemporary themes sets it apart from many of its peers, even if it doesn’t always succeed in its execution.

For those willing to overlook its flaws, Corruption offers a fascinating glimpse into the darker corners of 1960s horror. It’s a film that dares to be different, and while it may not achieve the same level of artistry as some of Cushing’s other work, it remains a memorable entry in his illustrious career.

At its core, Corruption is a film about obsession, guilt, and the price of vanity. It’s a story that feels both timeless and firmly rooted in its era, with Peter Cushing delivering a performance that elevates the material beyond its exploitative roots. While not a masterpiece, it’s a fascinating curiosity for fans of vintage horror and a testament to Cushing’s ability to bring depth and humanity to even the most grotesque characters.

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Between Heaven and Hell: Revisiting Constantine 20 Years Later

06 Thursday Feb 2025

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Hell wants him. Heaven won’t take him. Earth needs him.

Adapted from DC’s Hellblazer comics, Constantine offered a brooding, visually intense dive into the occult underworld of Los Angeles. Francis Lawrence’s directorial debut took on the daunting task of translating the rich, multi-layered narrative crafted by Alan Moore, Steve Bissette, and John Totleben into a two-hour feature. The result? A mixed bag of ambitious storytelling, uneven execution, and moments of genuine brilliance.

At the heart of the film is Keanu Reeves, playing a reimagined John Constantine. Gone is the chain-smoking blonde Liverpudlian from the comics, replaced by a darker, grittier, and distinctly American take on the character. While this choice alienated fans of the source material, Reeves brought a weary charisma to Constantine, capturing his fatalistic attitude and reluctant heroism. The supporting cast added much-needed gravitas: Tilda Swinton as the androgynous, duplicitous angel Gabriel; Rachel Weisz as the determined yet vulnerable Angela Dodson; Djimon Hounsou as the enigmatic witch doctor Papa Midnite; and Peter Stormare, who stole the show in a brief but unforgettable turn as a languid, menacing Lucifer.

Visually, Constantine embraced the early 2000s aesthetic of slick, CGI-heavy imagery. While its hellscapes and demonic designs were ambitious, the digital effects haven’t aged gracefully, often leaving the film with a dated look. Despite this, there are moments where the cinematography and production design shine, particularly in the portrayal of Los Angeles as a liminal space teetering between the celestial and the infernal.

Thematically, the film grappled with heavy ideas—redemption, free will, and the eternal tug-of-war between good and evil. However, it struggled to match the depth and nuance of the comics. The screenplay pared down the philosophical underpinnings of Hellblazer, focusing instead on action and spectacle. For fans of the comic, this felt like a missed opportunity to fully explore Constantine’s morally ambiguous world.

Still, Constantine has its merits. The interplay between Reeves and Swinton crackles with tension, and Stormare’s brief screen time is a masterclass in scene-stealing villainy. The film’s ambition to blend noir sensibilities with supernatural horror is commendable, even if it doesn’t always succeed.

Twenty years later, Constantine remains a polarising entry in the comic-to-film canon. While it never quite captures the anarchic spirit of its source material, it endures as an intriguing—if flawed—experiment. With talk of a long-awaited sequel on the horizon, one can only hope that John Constantine gets another shot to fully embrace his dark, twisted legacy.

  • Saul Muerte

Monster Summer (2025) – A Nostalgic but Uneven Family Horror Adventure

06 Thursday Feb 2025

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Somewhere between Goosebumps and The Goonies, Monster Summer tries to capture that elusive blend of childhood adventure, light horror, and 80s-style camaraderie. Directed by David Henrie, the film delivers a charming, if slightly uneven, ride through the thrills of a summer setting gone awry, boosted by a cast that lends it more weight than expected.

The story follows Noah (Mason Thames) and his friends as they uncover a supernatural force disrupting their island’s summer festivities. With the help of a retired detective (Mel Gibson, in a gruff but entertaining role), they set off on a quest filled with eerie encounters and mild scares. Lorraine Bracco adds a welcome presence to the ensemble, grounding the film’s more fantastical elements with her no-nonsense delivery.

The biggest strength of Monster Summer lies in its cast. Thames continues to impress as a young lead, while Gibson and Bracco bring a sense of old-school gravitas. The film also leans into nostalgia, evoking the spirit of classic kids-on-a-mission films, and it largely succeeds in crafting an adventure that feels accessible for younger audiences while still engaging for older viewers.

However, Monster Summer struggles with pacing. The first half builds up well, but the stakes never quite reach the intensity needed to make the adventure feel truly urgent. The mystery surrounding the “monster” is intriguing but ultimately plays it too safe, leaving the film feeling more like a fun diversion than a truly memorable entry in the genre.

The Prognosis:

Monster Summer is a light, enjoyable ride that taps into the nostalgic formula of kid-led horror adventures. It doesn’t break new ground, and some of its tension feels undercooked, but strong performances and a charming atmosphere make it worth a watch—especially for families looking for an entry-level horror experience.

  • Saul Muerte

Cinderella’s Revenge (2025) – A Pumpkin-Sized Misfire

05 Wednesday Feb 2025

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Riding the dubious wave of horror-fied childhood classics, Cinderella’s Revenge arrives with the promise of twisted fairy tale carnage. With Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey and its ilk paving the way, director Andy Edwards attempts to bring a slasher spin to the beloved tale of glass slippers and midnight transformations. Unfortunately, this grim retelling is more of a rotten pumpkin than a blood-soaked ball, failing to capitalise on its premise in any meaningful way.

The film follows Cinderella, who, after years of torment at the hands of her wicked stepmother, is granted freedom and power through her Fairy Godmother (played by Species star Natasha Henstridge). But instead of attending a magical ball, Cinderella embarks on a quest for vengeance, carving a path of bloodshed through her stepfamily and anyone else unfortunate enough to cross her.

It’s a fun idea on paper—turning the rags-to-riches fairy tale into a horror-tinged revenge flick—but Cinderella’s Revenge fumbles its execution at every turn. Rather than fully embracing the absurdity of its concept or delivering the kind of gleeful grindhouse thrills it desperately needs, the film lands in a no-man’s-land of weak gore, limp action, and half-hearted humour. Even the kills, which should be the film’s main draw, feel uninspired and rushed, as if the filmmakers ran out of ideas before they even got started.

The presence of Natasha Henstridge as the Fairy Godmother initially seems like a potential saving grace. Given the right material, she could have delivered a delightfully wicked performance, perhaps something akin to Maleficent by way of Evil Dead. But the script gives her little to work with, reducing her to a glorified exposition machine with occasional flashes of menace. Likewise, Cinderella herself lacks the charisma or depth to make her transformation into a bloodthirsty avenger compelling.

Perhaps the biggest problem is that the film never figures out what it wants to be. Is it a straight horror movie? A tongue-in-cheek slasher? A dark fantasy revenge tale? Instead of committing to any one tone, Cinderella’s Revenge awkwardly lurches between them, resulting in a film that feels both tedious and lifeless.

While the trend of turning public domain fairy tales into horror movies isn’t inherently a bad idea, Cinderella’s Revenge serves as a cautionary tale of how not to do it. Lacking style, wit, or even the basic competence to deliver enjoyable schlock, this is one fairy tale that should have stayed on the shelf.

  • Saul Muerte

Wolf Man (2025) – Leigh Whannell’s Howl Fails to Resonate

05 Wednesday Feb 2025

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Leigh Whannell’s Wolf Man arrives with the weight of expectation, following his 2020 critical and commercial hit The Invisible Man. Much like its predecessor, the film modernises a Universal Monsters classic, filtering it through Whannell’s sleek, grounded style. But whereas The Invisible Man thrived on paranoia, tension, and social relevance, Wolf Man struggles to find its footing, delivering a film that is as unsteady as its protagonist’s transformation.

The story follows Blake (played by Christopher Abbott), a man whose troubled marriage leads him and his wife Charlotte (Julia Garner) to his secluded childhood home in rural Oregon. What starts as an attempt at reconciliation quickly turns into a nightmarish ordeal when they’re attacked by an unseen creature. As Blake’s behaviour grows increasingly erratic, the lines between man and beast blur, forcing Charlotte to confront a horrific truth.

At its core, Wolf Man treads familiar ground—Whannell’s fascination with the human body in flux is evident, echoing Upgrade (2018) in its depiction of involuntary transformation. However, unlike Upgrade, which explored its themes with a sharp, kinetic energy, Wolf Man feels oddly inert. The family dynamic, which should be the film’s emotional anchor, is frustratingly underdeveloped. The tension between Blake and Charlotte lacks depth, reducing their relationship to a mere setup for the inevitable carnage. Without a strong emotional core, the horror feels weightless, and the film’s attempts at suspense suffer.

Where The Invisible Man thrived on paranoia and psychological tension, Wolf Man attempts to create a similar claustrophobic dread but fumbles in execution. The couple’s choices feel forced rather than organic, making their descent into terror feel more like a scripted inevitability rather than an authentic unraveling. The film teases interesting ideas—Whannell is clearly drawn to the horror of losing control, both physically and mentally—but they never quite coalesce into something meaningful.

The Prognosis:

Visually, Whannell maintains his knack for stylish, stripped-down horror, and there are fleeting moments of genuine unease. The practical effects and creature design are commendable, but they can’t compensate for the film’s lack of narrative momentum. Despite solid performances, Wolf Man ultimately feels like a missed opportunity—a film that howls at the moon but never quite sinks its teeth in.

  • Saul Muerte

Steven Soderbergh’s Presence: A Chilling Descent into the Unseen

03 Monday Feb 2025

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A family move into a new home and begin to suspect that there is a supernatural “presence” also in the house.

So, what next? Charge it rent?

Don’t be silly, it’s not a comedy.

“Presence” is a new supernatural thriller from “retired” (quotation marks used for sarcasm) director Steven Soderbergh.

Look, to be honest, this reaffirms that old saying of – ‘there’s no new stories, just different ways to tell them.’ And this is one of those.

Told from the perspective of the entity itself, this is not too dissimilar to last years “In A Violent Nature,” where we see a traditional horror, this time a ghost story, from a different viewpoint.

Tech-wise, as a fellow filmmaker/video producer I went into a tech nerd-spin with how they shot this. Shot with a Sony A9 III, because of its global shutter meaning in basic terms: it captures all of the pixels at once and you don’t have that bendy-wendy-wobbly look (yes, that term is absolutely a tech term, in fact it’s trademarked to me) when you whip the camera around like most digital cameras that have a rolling shutter.

So, Soderbergh (using the pseudonym Peter Andrews as Director of Photography) essentially chucked the Sony camera on a gimbal with a 14mm Sony G Master lens and wandered around the house capturing the action. Lighting-wise, this was all done via available/practical lights. The cast have stated in interviews that the bulbs in the lamps/house lights were a lot brighter than normal bulbs, which makes me suspect that he used the Aputure Accent B7C practical bulbs so he could adjust brightness/temp/colour.

But all that tech jargon aside, what makes this super-interesting is Soderbergh once again strips back the budget constraints of feature filmmaking, buying the camera/lights/gimbal/lens would’ve come in at less than $30k. And just as he did with “Unsane,” where he shot it all on an iPhone, Soderbergh shows modern filmmakers that story is key.

Now does the story stand up?

Meh, kinda.

I really enjoyed it and not just for the tech-nerd stuff. Story wise, it’s a fairly standard ghost story. But it’s told well.

Would I pay to see it at the cinema?

Probably not. This definitely reminds me of those “Hammer House of Horror”/”Tales From The Unexpected” type TV films.

So maybe save your pennies and wait for it to hit the streaming services.

It is very enjoyable though and I recommend it.

I can absolutely see it making my top ten horrors of 2025.

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25 Years of Scream 3: A Stab at Closure That Misses the Mark

02 Sunday Feb 2025

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When Scream 3 hit theatres in 2000, it was marketed as the thrilling conclusion to Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson’s iconic trilogy. As we stand on the cusp of Scream 7 in 2025, revisiting this third installment brings a mixed bag of nostalgia, meta-commentary, and unmet potential. While it aimed to serve as a definitive finale, Scream 3 fell short of the sharp edge that defined its predecessors.

The film takes a meta dive into Hollywood, framing its chaos on the set of Stab 3, a fictional film based on the Woodsboro murders. This metafictional lens provided fertile ground for biting satire on the film industry, echoing the brilliance Craven previously achieved in Wes Craven’s New Nightmare (1994). However, where that film thrived on its introspective horror, Scream 3 often struggled to balance its commentary with its slasher roots.

By its third outing, the Scream series had established itself as a masterclass in deconstructing horror tropes. Here, the Hollywood setting offered a new angle, with its characters skewering the industry’s shallow vanity and exploitative nature. Yet, despite these clever touches, the plot meanders, weighed down by a convoluted narrative and an underwhelming reveal when the Ghostface mask comes off. The big twist, involving long-lost familial ties, lacks the emotional resonance needed to connect with the audience.

What salvages Scream 3 from complete disappointment are its performances and humour. Neve Campbell’s Sidney Prescott remains the heart of the franchise, and her evolution as a character is one of its strongest elements. Courteney Cox and David Arquette, as Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley, bring a familiarity and charm that anchor the film, even when its script falters. The inclusion of Parker Posey as Jennifer Jolie, a satirical counterpart to Gale, adds a much-needed comedic edge, often stealing the spotlight.

The soundtrack, featuring Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, and Marco Beltrami’s score, also deserves recognition for amplifying the film’s atmosphere, even if the tension doesn’t always match the music’s intensity.

Ultimately, Scream 3 is a film caught between two worlds: the biting commentary of a meta-horror classic and the obligations of a slasher sequel. It delivers moments of wit and some solid scares but stumbles in crafting a satisfying conclusion. As history has shown, it wouldn’t be the last chapter after all—Scream 4 and the more recent installments would eventually give the series a much-needed revival.

Looking back on Scream 3 25 years later, it remains an uneven entry, overshadowed by the brilliance of Scream and Scream 2. While its commentary on Hollywood is intriguing, it lacks the precision and impact of Craven’s earlier work. Still, for fans of the franchise, it’s a chapter worth revisiting, if only to appreciate how far Scream has come since.

  • Saul Muerte

Rosemary’s Baby (1968): The Birth of a Modern Horror Classic

02 Sunday Feb 2025

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Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby is not just a horror film; it’s a cultural milestone. Based on Ira Levin’s 1967 novel, this psychological horror masterpiece marked a significant turning point in Polanski’s career and redefined the genre with its chilling subtlety, riveting performances, and hauntingly resonant themes.

By the time Polanski directed Rosemary’s Baby, he was already an established filmmaker with successes like Knife in the Water and Repulsion. However, it was this adaptation of Ira Levin’s novel that solidified his reputation as a master storyteller capable of blending psychological depth with unnerving horror. Polanski’s ability to craft a narrative that feels at once intimate and epic is on full display, with every frame of Rosemary’s Baby pulsing with dread.

The film’s slow-burn tension, its deliberate pacing, and its ability to turn the mundane into the menacing were groundbreaking in 1968. Polanski took Levin’s chilling story and elevated it, crafting a tale of paranoia and betrayal that unfolds within the claustrophobic confines of a New York City apartment building.

At the heart of the film is Mia Farrow’s unforgettable performance as Rosemary Woodhouse. Farrow’s transformation from a hopeful, naïve young wife to a terrified, isolated woman is nothing short of mesmerising. Her fragile vulnerability and determination make Rosemary one of the most iconic characters in horror history.

John Cassavetes delivers a complex performance as Guy Woodhouse, Rosemary’s ambitious husband whose moral compromises set the story’s sinister events into motion. The chemistry between Farrow and Cassavetes heightens the emotional stakes, making the betrayal at the heart of the story all the more devastating.

Ruth Gordon’s turn as the eccentric yet menacing Minnie Castevet earned her a well-deserved Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Gordon’s portrayal is equal parts comedic and chilling, capturing the bizarre allure of the seemingly harmless neighbour whose sinister intentions are gradually revealed.

Rosemary’s Baby explores themes that were both timely and timeless. The 1960s were a time of cultural upheaval, and the film’s undercurrents of paranoia and societal control mirrored the anxieties of the era.

  • Women’s Liberation: The film can be seen as a commentary on women’s autonomy—or lack thereof. Rosemary’s body becomes a battleground, controlled and manipulated by those around her. The struggle for agency is as relevant today as it was in 1968.
  • Paranoia and Isolation: The film’s creeping sense of distrust reflects the fear of conspiracies, both personal and societal.
  • Catholicism and the Occult: Religious imagery and themes of good versus evil are woven throughout, presenting a chilling exploration of faith and its darker implications.

The film’s primary location, the ominous Bramford (in reality, the Dakota building on Manhattan’s Upper West Side), is as much a character as Rosemary and Guy. The building’s Gothic architecture, shadowy interiors, and foreboding atmosphere provide the perfect backdrop for the unfolding terror. New York’s bustling streets contrast with the eerie insularity of the Woodhouses’ world, amplifying the sense of Rosemary’s entrapment.

From its release, Rosemary’s Baby has remained a touchstone in popular culture. Krzysztof Komeda’s haunting score, particularly “Sleep Safe and Warm,” is a chilling lullaby that lingers in the mind long after the credits roll. The film’s imagery, from Rosemary’s pixie haircut to the chilling final scene, has been referenced and parodied countless times, cementing its status as a cultural icon.

Polanski’s masterful direction, the stellar cast, and Levin’s gripping source material combined to create a horror film that transcends its genre. Its exploration of power, betrayal, and fear remains as relevant today.

Rosemary’s Baby is a masterpiece of psychological horror, a film that paved the way for a new kind of storytelling in the genre. With its pitch-perfect performances, evocative themes, and Polanski’s impeccable direction, it stands as one of the most influential and enduring films of all time. Its dark allure continues to captivate audiences, ensuring that we’ll be praying for Rosemary—and her baby—for generations to come.

  • Saul Muerte

The Rape of the Vampire (1968): Jean Rollin’s Daring Debut and the Birth of a Vampiric Legacy

01 Saturday Feb 2025

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Jean Rollin’s The Rape of the Vampire (Le Viol du Vampire) debuted in 1968 to a hailstorm of controversy, catcalls, and hostile reviews. Yet, in hindsight, this audacious and surreal film marked the birth of a unique cinematic voice—one whose recurring themes of vampirism, eroticism, and gothic imagery would define Rollin’s legacy as one of France’s most singular auteurs.

It’s important to note that The Rape of the Vampire wasn’t initially conceived as a full-length feature. Rollin originally shot Le Viol du Vampire as a short film intended to stand alone. However, when producers demanded a feature-length runtime, Rollin extended the narrative by adding a second part: The Vampire Woman (or Queen of the Vampires). The result is a film that feels both disjointed and dreamlike, with its stitched-together structure amplifying its surrealist tone.

The story’s fractured nature doesn’t so much hinder the film as enhance its otherworldly, almost hypnotic quality. It’s as if Rollin’s vampires inhabit a world where logic is secondary to atmosphere and emotion—a hallmark that would become a defining characteristic of his later work.

From his very first film, Rollin introduced themes that would permeate his career. Vampires, of course, are the focal point—here portrayed not as mindless predators but as tragic, misunderstood figures caught between life and death. The film’s gothic imagery, including crumbling castles and mist-shrouded cemeteries, reveals Rollin’s fascination with decayed beauty and timeless spaces.

Perhaps most notably, The Rape of the Vampire introduced Rollin’s pronounced taste for eroticism and taboo. The film is suffused with a sensuality that borders on the voyeuristic, reflecting not only the countercultural spirit of the late 1960s but also Rollin’s enduring interest in exploring the intersection of desire, death, and the supernatural. Themes of lesbianism, another Rollin hallmark, are also present, weaving a subversive layer of sexuality into the narrative.

Upon its release, The Rape of the Vampire was met with vitriolic criticism. French audiences and critics, expecting a traditional horror film, were unprepared for its avant-garde style, non-linear storytelling, and overt eroticism. Screenings were reportedly marked by boos, jeers, and even walkouts.

However, over time, the film has been reevaluated as a daring and deeply personal work. What initially seemed like incoherence now reads as deliberate surrealism, and its transgressive content has been embraced as a bold rejection of mainstream cinematic conventions.

While The Rape of the Vampire may not represent Jean Rollin at the height of his powers, it laid the groundwork for his subsequent masterpieces, such as The Nude Vampire (1970) and The Shiver of the Vampires (1971). It also established Rollin’s signature aesthetic: a haunting blend of gothic horror, eroticism, and poetic melancholy that remains unmatched in the genre.

The Rape of the Vampire stands as a fascinating, if flawed, debut. It’s a film that heralded the arrival of a director unafraid to blur the line between horror and art, even if it meant alienating audiences along the way. For fans of Rollin or those willing to embrace the surreal, this first bite into his vampiric oeuvre is well worth revisiting.

  • Saul Muerte

Dark Match (2025): Wrestling Meets Cult Horror in a Middling Smackdown

30 Thursday Jan 2025

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When Dark Match hits Shudder later this month, viewers can expect a wild mix of professional wrestling theatrics and cult-horror chaos. While the premise promises over-the-top fun, the execution leaves much to be desired. This film delivers what’s advertised—a gritty, campy wrestling death match with horror flair—but not much beyond that.

At its core, Dark Match feels like a straightforward revenge-horror flick cloaked in wrestling gear. The narrative leans heavily into the “outsiders stumble into a backwoods nightmare” trope, with the wrestling company’s clash against a bizarre cult playing out as predictably as a scripted match. Though the concept teases originality, the story rarely rises above mediocrity.

What elevates Dark Match is its eclectic cast. Steven Ogg (The Walking Dead) leads the charge, bringing his trademark intensity and a simmering edge to the role of the company’s jaded leader. Sara Canning (Influencer) shines as the voice of reason, adding some much-needed emotional grounding. Wrestling legend Chris Jericho brings charisma and authenticity to the ring, while Ayisha Issa adds flair with her formidable screen presence.

The ensemble is undeniably talented, but the material they’re given limits their potential. Despite their best efforts, the characters feel underdeveloped, and the performances struggle to rise above the film’s lacklustre script.

Director Lowell Dean attempts to meld the visceral chaos of wrestling with the unnerving dread of a cult thriller. The result is a film that delivers a few entertaining sequences but fails to create lasting impact. The wrestling scenes are gritty and energetic, though they lack the spectacle needed to captivate non-wrestling fans.

The horror elements, meanwhile, are serviceable but never fully realised. The cult’s devious plans feel thinly sketched, and the tension rarely escalates beyond surface-level scares. The film’s low-budget charm shines through in its practical effects, but the overall execution feels too rough around the edges.

For fans of wrestling or low-budget horror, Dark Match might offer enough campy fun to warrant a watch. Its mash-up of two niche genres is undeniably intriguing, and the performances provide occasional sparks of brilliance. However, the film’s inability to fully commit to its premise or deliver a compelling story ultimately relegates it to the undercard.

Dark Match does exactly what it says on the tin—no more, no less. While it may not win any belts for originality, it’s a quick, bloody bout that some viewers will enjoy for its novelty alone.

  • Saul Muerte

Dark Match will be streaming on Shudder from Jan 31.