Angst, 1983 – ★★★
Disturbing and relentlessly intense—an unflinching descent into madness with a lead performance that’s pure nightmare fuel.
Disturbing and relentlessly intense—an unflinching descent into madness with a lead performance that’s pure nightmare fuel.
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.
Stylish but sluggish, it drowns in mood and drags out the runtime—atmosphere alone can’t save it.
Heavy on the hokey and light on the scares—feels more like a sales pitch than a supernatural thriller.
Pure B-movie madness that embraces the absurd—goofy, gory, and exactly the kind of trashy fun it promises.
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.
Tense and character-driven, with emotional depth that slowly unfolds. A small-scale crime story that punches above its weight.
Simple premise, solid execution—it leans into the heat and claustrophobia just enough to stay interesting.
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.
Ragged and ridiculous, but you can see the seeds of something bigger. A wild, weird glimpse at a filmmaker finding his voice.
Unpolished and absurd in all the right ways—it’s like watching a prototype for a cult classic being stitched together in real time.
Stylish, sleazy, and satisfyingly twisty—it doesn’t reinvent the genre, but delivers exactly what fans of early giallo are after.
Keeps its eerie edge with a grim atmosphere and unsettling tone. Age hasn’t dulled its creep factor one bit.