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Bonkers, dense and straight up scary.
Little call for hurray.
A decade-too-late entry in the deathtrap genre.
Muscular and mythical, tiresome and nauseating.
Blood-splattered Nazisploitation fun.
An over-the-top ode to 87’s majesty.
Less Whoopi, barely spooky.
The finest horror film of this generation.
A nerve-shredding masterclass where the silence is very much deafening.