Jaws of Satan, 1982 – ★★★
A priest battling a demonic snake shouldn’t work this well—but it’s surprisingly entertaining and holds its own in the sea of knockoffs.
A priest battling a demonic snake shouldn’t work this well—but it’s surprisingly entertaining and holds its own in the sea of knockoffs.
Pure B-movie madness that embraces the absurd—goofy, gory, and exactly the kind of trashy fun it promises.
Heavy on the hokey and light on the scares—feels more like a sales pitch than a supernatural thriller.
Doesn’t quite hit the heights it aims for, but strong visuals and moments of genuine mood keep it worthwhile.
Bursting with energy and heart, it’s rough around the edges but powered by pure passion. A bold debut that leaves a mark.
Simple premise, solid execution—it leans into the heat and claustrophobia just enough to stay interesting.
Tense and character-driven, with emotional depth that slowly unfolds. A small-scale crime story that punches above its weight.
Tense and inventive with enough style to stand out. Not everything lands, but it keeps you locked in from start to finish.
Completely bonkers in the best way—uneven but unforgettable, with one of the wildest creature reveals you’ll ever see.
Unpolished and absurd in all the right ways—it’s like watching a prototype for a cult classic being stitched together in real time.
Ragged and ridiculous, but you can see the seeds of something bigger. A wild, weird glimpse at a filmmaker finding his voice.
Keeps its eerie edge with a grim atmosphere and unsettling tone. Age hasn’t dulled its creep factor one bit.
Stylish, sleazy, and satisfyingly twisty—it doesn’t reinvent the genre, but delivers exactly what fans of early giallo are after.
Brooding, brutal, and unapologetically bold—this remains the definitive take on the Caped Crusader in all his grizzled glory.