Religion almost always takes one to the chin in any horror movie that decides to use it as a tool. The Devil's Doorway is no exception. Female filmmaker Aislinn Clarke doesn't just throw a wicked haymaker at the long dark history of religion that no one wants to talk about, but drop-kicks it in its tender bits on the way down.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you took a typical zombie narrative and overlaid a heaping helping of toxic masculinity? Have you ever thought, I would love to see a movie like that? Me neither. Well here is the movie that nobody was asking for.

Before its official release, Jeepers Creepers 3 had a great deal of controversy surrounding it. With its director being monitored for child abuse allegations, it appeared the third entry in the series was not going to make waves, even if it ended up being a masterpiece. Looking at the film objectively and without the lingering moral issues of its creator on my mind, I can attest that Jeepers Creepers 3 is not only a terrible film, but it is a lesson in how to make something far, far below mediocrity.

Here at Bloody Good Horror we spend much of our time talking about good movies and bad movies alike, and picking apart the things that place titles in either category.

On the surface, Upgrade seems like a run-of-the-mill revenge thriller with just enough science fiction to broaden its appeal. The bones are certainly there. A strong jawed man's man is forced to witness the demise of a loved one and is presented with a unique chance to bring the fight to those responsible. We've seen it a hundred times probably just in the last few months. However, Upgrade manages to pull just enough punches to be the revenge thriller it wants to be.

Before it reaches its second act, Hereditary has already shown its hand. It’s a shame, because to propel the film forward, writer/director Ari Aster conjures up the most emotionally convincing and gut wrenching sequence you’ll see on screen this year. As a film about loss and grieving, though, it’s hard to sit back and fully appreciate Aster’s feature debut when the hardships the Graham family faces are experienced in oversaturated waves, leaving one feeling broken, frustrated, and perplexed.

For no particular reason, here's the knife from Final Exam

Even those of us a few years removed from our college days no doubt remember the stress of finals week. Those late nights spent staring bleary-eyed into a textbook on a subject far removed from our majors yet essential, from a bureaucratic perspective, to our futures just the same. Tensions were high during those dying days of the semester, and it’s there that Final Exam resides, a slasher more concerned with academics and social circles than actual slashing. Other films, from all genres, have played in this space, but few have done so with such a stunning lack of, well, anything.

The line between thriller and horror is thin and blurry. The distinction seems primarily used to differentiate audiences, rather than content. Among non-genre fans, it is not uncommon to hear people say that they like thrillers but not horror films, much in the same way people express that they are “spiritual but not religious.” When faced simply with a film’s plot, it can sometimes be hard to guess what genre label a film might garner.

Disclaimer: Ahead be spoilers for a 20-year-old movie. Turn back if you have not watched this film four times on TBS Superstation. Second of all, DON’T HIT ANYONE WITH YOUR CAR! Also, this is a piece of legal entertainment and the following is not legal advice and is meant to be entertainment. If you hit someone with your car, might I suggest contacting independent legal advice before trying to catch a killer fisherman… (pun intended).

Sitting down to write this I recalled the number of times I wrote a lede discussing the glut of zombie stories in the horror genre. So inundated is that sub genre that even our reviews begin to sound rote. It was into this hostile environment that in the States Netflix released the Australian produced zombie flick, Cargo (also known, by me, as “Dad by Dawn”).