A grimy cheapo shockfest who’s cover would’ve hooked your eye at the video store, Terrifier feels like some kinda sleazoid 80’s slasher B-side mixed with mid 00’s ultra violence sensibilities—a relative to movies like Maniac and The New York Ripper.
 
Let’s cut right to it—this thing is Mean spirited, nasty, filled with tons of blood/violence bordering on torture porn, and features the maniacal Art the Clown—who has no issue sawing people in half or pulling out a gun and blowing someone away as he stomps in faces with his clown shoe. The budgetary trappings from All Hallows’ Eve are still there but the makeup and gore are definitely the beneficiary of said budget. Listen, this movie has its faults... its no game changer—we’ve…

Ok so i didn't watch this movie again but i keep thinking about it. Like, why is this movie so bad? Isn't it just a normal horror movie doing normal horror things? Aren't they supposed to be upsetting? Aren't they supposed to be scary? Men are bad and do bad violent things. Men dressed as clowns can you expect any more from them in the end? Don't you know what you are getting into when you watch a horror film?

In order to answer this question, we need to look into why and how horror movies are produced and consumed. I have spent my entire lifetime watching horror movies. They make me feel better or at least better able to…

I’ve read some very mixed reviews about this so I really didn’t know what to expect. Just based on that cover art I thought surely this would be a 5 star masterpiece. It turns out it’s not anywhere close to that level, but it’s still pretty good.

Art the Clown is terrifying and I really would like to see a whole series full of his shenanigans. This is gory and mean af so I completely get why some don’t like it. That stuff didn’t bother me probably because I’m dead inside, but there were still some parts that didn’t work too well. The super cliched coroner eating while working thing really made me roll my eyes like we get it:…

take a fedora. make it worse. make it much smaller. give it an elastic strap. put it on. spend two hours staring in the bathroom mirror hating yourself and hating life. the tears of anger, of wasted time, of self-loathing, stream down your face as you yell furious imprecations at yourself, the worst possible language, until snot comes out of your nose to mix with the tears like you are trying to win a best supporting academy award but you are not you are not acting you really hate yourself and thank goddess no one but you is looking because you are not mugging for an invisible at-home audience like a fake psychopathic clown who truly hates women because women…

After watching the movie last night, I started to form my thoughts on a review. I woke up early this morning, kind of restless, and while I was in the shower I was talking myself through some of my thoughts and what I would write. And the more I talked about it, the less I wanted to bother giving this movie more of my time. So I'm just going to give some broad strokes.

I know there is an audience for this. Nostalgic fans of an era of slashers that were all gore and tits and no substance. And for those people, do whatever floats your boat. But this movie really offers nothing. It's a copy/pasted series of tropes with…

it's a violent movie so it's a violent review. don't read if ur squeamish.

Tonally and thematically reminiscent of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, where we saw that these teens were so completely unaware, oblivious, ignorant, synonyms, of the dangers of the world that it didn't occur to them to be afraid until too late, except here the movie makes a point of establishing the girls as socially aware and so they're basically just really stupid. If you're looking for a movie with mystery and uncertainty you're in the wrong place. Every single character says something along the lines of either "literally kill me" or "I don't want to die tonight" within the first 2 minutes of being introduced.

No,…

Is it too late to take it back? You know, if I had watched these in order, I probably would have been like fuck any more of that. But instead, I figured I could gloss over all the misogyny and even some transphobia for extra fun, because the consensus is: we like art the clown. Yep I am pretty much a non confrontational wimp.

And being too far outside the box or having really unpopular opinions makes you a target. And I think I'd probably delete my account if too many people started telling me I should just kill myself. To be honest, I have pretty much avoided the internet up until now for those very reasons. I guess I…