In his famous essay “An Introduction to the American Horror Film,” critic Robin Wood defined the genre
Psycho (1960)
In his famous essay “An Introduction to the American Horror Film,” critic Robin Wood defined the genre
When one hears the title Honey, I Blew Up the Kid, the mind naturally wanders to a more macabre and grotesque image than what the film actually offers.
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids is maybe the most VHS-core movie of all time, an early ‘90s family movie night staple.
Them! begins as a ghost story in the desert: a mute little girl ambles down the dusty road in shock, haunted by some frightening sight she can’t even speak of.
Is it the end of the world, or just a weeknight?
Out of all the films I’ve reviewed for The Goods, I’m not sure there’s a single one where my watching was more compromised than Barbarian.
SXSW has, over the last decade, attracted a very specific kind of film
2025 has been the year of tonal whiplash, and I’m not even talking about the news cycle.
Here’s my rule of thumb: don’t trust a critically acclaimed horror debut.
I will indulge the metaphor that repeatedly clanked around my head as I watched F1