Heretics, directed by José Prendes, is yet another entry in the ever-bloated found footage genre—a tired rehash of tropes that aspires to be The Blair Witch Project in a haunted house but crashes and burns before it even gets the camera rolling.
The premise is painfully familiar: a group of thrill-seeking teens break into the abandoned Simmons House, armed with shaky camcorders, bad attitudes, and even worse dialogue. They’re swiftly confronted with the presence of a shadowy cult that begins picking them off one by one. It’s a setup we’ve seen dozens of times, and Heretics brings nothing new to the table—only louder screams, cheaper scares, and a cast that feels more irritating than imperilled.
Any potential tension is suffocated by the unbearable ensemble of characters, each more grating than the last. Instead of building atmosphere or dread, the film relies on aimless yelling, predictable jump scares, and faux-ritual mumbo jumbo. It’s hard to care about who lives or dies when you’re actively hoping the cult hurries things along.
The only flicker of professionalism comes in the form of Eric Roberts, whose 20-second cameo is little more than a contractual obligation. His presence is both jarring and ironic—proof that the film knows how to attract a name, but not how to use it.
From its dull aesthetic to its lazy execution, Heretics feels like it was made with one eye on viral success and the other closed entirely. It mistakes noise for tension, clichés for plot, and shaky cam for style. What could have been a creepy little cult horror flick turns out to be an uninspired slog with no purpose and zero payoff.
The Prognosis:
Some heresies are unforgivable. This is one of them.
This darkly feminist fairy tale slow-burns its way through vanity, envy, and the societal curse of beauty.
In Emilie Kristine Blichfeldt’s icy, melancholic The Ugly Stepsister, the velvet drapes and soft golden glows of the fairy tale kingdom mask something far more corrosive: the bitter ache of envy, inadequacy, and the impossible pressure to be seen. It’s a film that peers behind the glass slipper and turns the looking glass back on us—audiences raised on ideals of beauty, charm, and happy endings for the fairest of them all.
The titular “ugly” stepsister, Elvira (Lea Myren), is not the cackling caricature of pantomime lore. Played with aching restraint, she’s a quiet storm of desperation and longing—her plainness not exaggerated but perceptibly measured against the luminous perfection of her stepsister, who seems preordained to capture the prince’s attention. The film’s magic lies not in spells or transformations, but in its psychological excavation of a woman unraveling under the weight of expectation and invisibility.
Blichfeldt wisely avoids overt parody or satire. Instead, she leans into the fairy tale structure only to slowly erode it, exposing the emotional and societal cost of a world built on outward beauty. In Elvira’s quiet glances, her tightening posture, and her increasing willingness to bend morality in pursuit of admiration, we witness something tragic: not a villainess in the making, but a reflection of how warped self-worth becomes in a world that equates beauty with value.
The film’s pacing is deliberate, sometimes to a fault. It takes its time—almost too much—in building its portrait of simmering resentment and warped aspiration. But the stillness serves a purpose: The Ugly Stepsister is less concerned with plot propulsion than with emotional erosion. This is no Cinderella story, even if it steals her ballgown. It’s a study in marginalisation—of being the one never chosen, never seen, and never allowed to dream on her own terms.
Though the production design is gorgeously oppressive—regal and cold in equal measure—it’s the thematic spine that resonates: the film’s commentary on the female experience within patriarchal beauty myths. Elvira’s descent isn’t driven by malice, but by an internalised belief that to be loved, she must first be looked at. It’s a bitter irony that in pursuing visibility, she must become someone—something—unrecognisable.
The Prognosis:
The Ugly Stepsister doesn’t always land its punches with perfect clarity and might frustrate viewers expecting a more dramatic reversal or fantasy payoff. Blichfeldt isn’t rewriting a fairy tale—she’s exhuming it, pulling up what’s been buried beneath centuries of curated perfection.
In this world, beauty is not a blessing. It’s a prison. And for those left outside its gates, the fairy tale is a nightmare told in soft pastels and sharpened smiles.
Phil Volken’s Dead Sea takes the tried-and-true formula of oceanic survival horror and blends it with a grim and unsettling reality of human trafficking. While the film doesn’t reinvent the genre, it provides a tense and serviceable thriller that delivers a slow-building dread, punctuated by moments of sheer brutality.
The performances elevate the film above its straight-to-home-entertainment origins. Kaya, played with conviction by Isabel Gravitt, anchors the film with a blend of vulnerability and resilience. The dynamic between the three stranded friends feels natural, making their plight all the more gripping. The real standout, however, is the ship’s captain, Ray (Alexander Wraith)—portrayed with an eerie mix of menace and charm, making him a truly detestable villain.
Despite its strengths, Dead Sea treads a somewhat predictable path. The film borrows heavily from survival horror tropes, and seasoned viewers will see many of the twists coming. While the tension remains effective, the screenplay doesn’t fully capitalise on the psychological terror that could have been explored in such a confined setting. The cinematography, though competent, lacks the stylistic flair that could have made the film visually more memorable.
That said, Dead Sea still delivers enough suspense to keep audiences engaged. The film does well to maintain a sense of claustrophobic dread aboard the trawler, and when the violence erupts, it doesn’t hold back. The film’s commentary on human trafficking and black-market organ trade adds an extra layer of horror, making it more unsettling than your average lost-at-sea thriller.
For fans of survival horror and maritime thrillers, Dead Sea offers a solid—if not groundbreaking—entry into the genre. It’s a film that will keep you engaged but likely won’t linger in your mind.
The Prognosis:
A solid effort in the home entertainment space, Dead Sea delivers competent performances and steady tension but ultimately follows a familiar course without breaking new ground.
Saul Muerte
Available to rent or buy on Digital at Apple TV, Prime Video, Google TV, YouTube, and Fetch (AU). Own it on DVD at JB Hi-Fi and Sanity from April 9th.
Urban legends and supernatural slashers have long been a staple of horror, but The Bell Keeper, directed by Colton Tran, struggles to summon anything beyond the familiar. With a premise that hints at The Evil Dead meets Final Destination, the film follows a group of friends venturing to a secluded campsite to film a documentary about a haunted bell. The legend? Ring it at midnight, and you’ll awaken a vengeful killer. What follows is a mix of ghostly folklore, possession horror, and slasher tropes, but the result never quite coalesces into a satisfying whole.
The film boasts an interesting cast, including UFC Hall of Famer Randy Couture and horror mainstay Bonnie Aarons, best known as the sinister nun from The Conjuring series. However, despite their genre credibility, their presence does little to elevate the script, which leans too heavily on exposition and underdeveloped character dynamics. The group’s descent into paranoia and infighting—key to the film’s horror—feels more obligatory than organic, leaving little emotional investment in their fates.
Visually, The Bell Keeper has moments of eerie atmosphere, with shadowed forests and flickering lanterns providing the requisite setting for a campfire horror tale. Unfortunately, the tension fizzles under the weight of generic jump scares and predictable plot beats. The titular Keeper, a hulking menace overseeing the cursed land, should have been an imposing figure, but the execution feels lacklustre.
There’s an attempt to blend supernatural horror with slasher brutality, but the film never leans far enough into either to make a lasting impression. The involvement of Final Destination creator Jeffrey Reddick as an executive producer suggests a promise of creative kills or unique horror set pieces, but these never materialise in any memorable way.
The Prognosis:
At its best, The Bell Keeper is a late-night curiosity for undemanding horror fans who enjoy the ritual of watching a group of victims fall prey to an ancient curse. At its worst, it’s a forgettable effort that rings hollow.
In a genre often filled with predictable scares and uninspired post-apocalyptic settings, Silent Zone manages to stand out as a surprisingly engaging action horror film. While it doesn’t reinvent the wheel, it does well to hold your attention thanks to a gripping premise, solid pacing, and some commendable performances from its cast.
Set years after a devastating outbreak that has turned the world into a desolate wasteland, the film follows survivors Cassius and Abigail, who have managed to stay alive by sticking together. Their fragile sense of safety is thrown into chaos when they encounter a pregnant woman, forcing them to risk everything on a dangerous journey to find a secure refuge. As tensions rise and threats emerge from both the mutated infected and desperate survivors, Silent Zone builds tension effectively, never letting its characters—or the audience—feel truly safe.
The film’s biggest strength lies in its performances. While action horror can sometimes suffer from thinly written characters, the central trio here delivers enough emotional depth to make their struggle compelling. The cinematography also does an admirable job of capturing the bleak, unforgiving world they inhabit, and the action sequences are staged with enough energy to keep things engaging without descending into chaos.
While Silent Zone doesn’t break new ground in the post-apocalyptic horror subgenre, it delivers enough suspense, emotion, and well-crafted action to make it worth a watch. If you’re in the mood for a tense survival thriller with a strong human core, this one is worth checking out.
SILENT ZONE (2025) will be Available on DVD & Digital in Australia & New Zealand from MARCH 12th.
Crime dramas based on true events often walk a fine line between gripping realism and cinematic exaggeration. Inside Man, directed by Danny A. Abeckaser, leans into this challenge with a gritty portrayal of undercover work in 1980s New York. Emile Hirsch leads the film as a troubled detective whose attempt at redemption drags him deep into the underbelly of the mob, where survival means losing himself in the very world he’s trying to dismantle.
Hirsch, known for his intense performances in Into the Wild and Lone Survivor, delivers a solid turn as a cop struggling with his identity while infiltrating the DeMeo crew—one of the most feared factions of the era. His internal conflict is the film’s strongest element, though at times, the script doesn’t allow for deeper psychological exploration. Lucy Hale adds some emotional weight to the story, though her role feels underdeveloped, while Robert Davi and Jack Cannavale bring a welcome menace to their mobster personas.
Abeckaser, who has experience with crime dramas (Mob Town), crafts an authentic 1980s New York atmosphere, full of dimly lit bars, smoky back rooms, and bursts of brutal violence. However, while the film captures the aesthetic well, it sometimes struggles with pacing, feeling more like a series of key moments rather than a fully cohesive narrative. The tension builds effectively, but some scenes drag, making the film feel longer than its runtime.
The Prognosis:
For crime thriller enthusiasts, Inside Man offers a serviceable look at the high-risk world of undercover police work. It doesn’t break new ground, but the strong performances and stylish execution make it worth a watch, especially for fans of mob dramas.
Inside Man will be available on DVD & Digital, including Apple TV, Prime Video, and Google Play from March 5, 2025, in Australia & New Zealand.
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.
Double Blind offers a surprisingly good time for a film rooted in such a simple premise. The high-concept hook—”fall asleep, you die”—injects immediate tension into its tale of survival, but the execution struggles to maintain that initial promise. Director Ian Hunt-Duffy crafts a claustrophobic atmosphere within the confines of the medical facility, effectively trapping both the characters and the audience in an ever-worsening nightmare.
The ensemble cast, led by Millie Brady as the reluctant leader Claire, does their best to elevate the material. Brady delivers a strong performance, showcasing her ability to carry a film despite an often predictable script. Pollyanna McIntosh and Akshay Kumar lend some gravitas to the proceedings, but their talents are underutilised in roles that rarely rise above stock character archetypes. Abby Fitz and Brenock O’Connor add energy to their respective roles but are similarly boxed in by the film’s limited character development.
As the narrative unfolds, the film leans heavily on paranoia and infighting, a well-trodden path for ensemble survival stories. While some moments of tension hit their mark, the lack of depth in character motivations and relationships keeps the drama from fully resonating. The script’s attempt to introduce twists and moral dilemmas feels undercooked, and the pacing suffers as the story meanders between predictable deaths and a finale that lacks impact.
However, Hunt-Duffy deserves credit for making the most of the low budget. The film’s stark visual style and tight editing emphasise the characters’ mounting exhaustion and fear, creating a palpable sense of unease. Despite its flaws, Double Blind is not without its charms. It’s a modest thriller that entertains in bursts but fails to leave a lasting impression.
For fans of high-stakes survival horror, Double Blind offers a passable experience, but its lack of originality and thin characterisation keep it from standing out in an already crowded genre.
The Piper brings Elizabeth Hurley back to the screen in a horror-thriller inspired by the chilling folklore of the Pied Piper. Directed by Anthony Waller (An American Werewolf in Paris), the film follows Liz (Hurley) and her daughter Amy (Mia Jenkins) as they attempt to start fresh in a small town in Germany. But as they settle in, an ominous force begins to stir—one that seems directly connected to Liz’s hidden past. The Piper, an ancient and vengeful entity, targets those who have wronged others, taking the children of those who bear guilty secrets. With Amy’s life in danger, Liz must confront both her past and the supernatural presence haunting her.
The film’s premise, rooted in the legendary Pied Piper tale, holds immense potential for a dark, psychological exploration of guilt and consequence. This is, after all, a story that has haunted generations with its chilling reminder of the cost of broken promises. Yet The Piper barely scratches the surface of the folklore’s psychological depth, opting instead for a more traditional supernatural thriller approach. Despite Hurley’s commendable performance, the film lacks the ambition to make full use of its unsettling premise, leaning on predictable scares and tired horror tropes rather than delving into the disturbing implications of the story.
Elizabeth Hurley brings a strong presence to the role of Liz, infusing her character with a mother’s desperation and guilt as she fights to protect her daughter. However, the script leaves her limited opportunities to elevate Liz into a more complex character. Mia Jenkins as Amy also shines in moments, adding a believable vulnerability to the role, though the character dynamics feel somewhat shallow. While the performances provide the film with glimmers of emotional depth, they can’t fully compensate for the lack of a compelling narrative arc or the film’s underwhelming exploration of its themes.
Where other films have managed to take inspiration from the Pied Piper and shape it into something uniquely sinister, The Piper seems hesitant to truly commit to its darker edges. Atom Egoyan’s The Sweet Hereafter comes to mind as a film that used this legend to explore community tragedy and moral ambiguity, grounding its horror in real human suffering. In contrast, The Piper remains content to skim the surface, favoring formulaic supernatural scares over any meaningful exploration of redemption or the consequences of guilt. This lack of thematic depth ultimately weakens the film, leaving it feeling more like a missed opportunity than a fresh take on folklore horror.
Visually, The Piper offers some well-composed shots that attempt to capture the haunting atmosphere of its German setting. Waller’s direction, while competent, seems restrained here, missing the stylistic ambition that might have heightened the film’s tension. Known for his work on An American Werewolf in Paris, Waller has a knack for creating eerie atmospheres, yet The Piper doesn’t quite capture that sense of dread on the same level, and the setting feels underutilized as a backdrop for horror.
Ultimately, The Piper doesn’t manage to live up to the potential of its inspiration, feeling more like a generic supernatural thriller than a fresh horror tale. Hurley’s return to the screen, bolstered by a solid supporting cast including Tara Fitzgerald and Robert Daws, is enjoyable, but it’s not enough to make this a standout. For fans of the Pied Piper legend hoping for a film that taps into the unsettling aspects of the myth, The Piper may feel like a missed chance, delivering a predictable story without the depth or innovation that could have made it memorable.
The Prognosis:
The Piper leaves viewers with a familiar yet unremarkable tale of vengeance from beyond, one that struggles to evoke the eerie, cautionary spirit of its source material. For those looking for a fresh twist on classic folklore, this film falls short, leaving the true horror of the Pied Piper myth waiting for a more ambitious interpretation.
Saul Muerte
Piper is available for Home Entertainment from 6th November.
Alice in Terrorland, directed by Richard John Taylor, promises a sinister twist on a beloved children’s classic but ultimately fails to deliver anything but a waking nightmare for viewers.
The film follows 15-year-old Alice, portrayed by Lizzy Willis, who, following the tragic death of her parents, is sent to live with her reclusive grandmother at the remote estate ‘Wonderland’. While the premise holds potential for intrigue, the execution quickly devolves into a confusing mess of clichés and lackluster scares.
Despite the presence of seasoned actors like Rula Lenska, known for her roles in EastEnders and Doctor Who, the performances feel wooden and uninspired. Lenska’s talent is squandered in a role that lacks depth and fails to engage the audience.
One of the film’s biggest missteps is its attempt to blend horror with the classic tale of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. While the source material has been reimagined in countless ways over the years, Alice in Terrorland adds nothing new to the conversation. Instead, it relies on tired tropes and predictable plot twists that do little to captivate or thrill.
In a landscape where old children’s literature is being reimagined as horror films with varying degrees of success, Alice in Terrorland falls squarely into the category of “disastrous results”. It pales in comparison to recent attempts like Winnie the Pooh: Blood & Honey, failing to capture the imagination or instill genuine fear in its audience.
Overall, Alice in Terrorland is a forgettable addition to the horror genre, offering little more than a tedious journey through a familiar nightmare. If you’re looking for a truly chilling adaptation of a beloved classic, you’d be better off exploring other options.
Saul Muerte
Alice in Terrorland will be released on Home Entertainment in June.
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