Indie and B-movie horror has a tendency toward adopting the more superficial aesthetics and tone of the horror genre—blood, guts, screaming, jump scares, creepy old houses, dark forests, and bad decision-making—without much (or any) of the skills used in the best scary movies to effectively create tension and deliver on it, or to present any more interesting ideas beyond what the literal events of the film. Most of them end up being a murky mish-mash of overdone beats and insultingly lazy plotting, made worse (or sometimes better) by amateurish acting and a juvenile script.
The Wretched
The Wretched
The Wretched
Indie and B-movie horror has a tendency toward adopting the more superficial aesthetics and tone of the horror genre—blood, guts, screaming, jump scares, creepy old houses, dark forests, and bad decision-making—without much (or any) of the skills used in the best scary movies to effectively create tension and deliver on it, or to present any more interesting ideas beyond what the literal events of the film. Most of them end up being a murky mish-mash of overdone beats and insultingly lazy plotting, made worse (or sometimes better) by amateurish acting and a juvenile script.