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George A. Romero’s 1968 horror classic Night of the Living Dead has been dissected for decades, lionized for its groundbreaking zombie lore and its casting of Duane Jones as Ben, the genre’s first Black protagonist. But on this rewatch, I found myself stuck on something uncomfortable: Ben is the reason everyone dies. Yes, including himself. That isn’t a flippant hot take—it’s a serious reconsideration of the film’s dynamics and character decisions, especially when we peel back the layers of how this character came to be.

We, as horror fans, have held up Duane Jones’ performance for good reason—and we should. His casting was a seismic shift. But that seismic shift came with a character who, when you actually pay attention, makes a series of terrible, stubborn, emotion-fueled decisions that arguably gets every farmhouse character killed.

Foreign female vampire films have quietly delivered some of the most emotionally resonant horror of the 21st century. Think Let the Right One In or A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night. Now enter Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person—a film that doesn't just stand among those greats, but arguably surpasses them in tenderness, wit, and warmth. Despite the fanged premise, this isn’t about bloodlust—it’s about loneliness, agency, and the unexpected sweetness of connection.

Bloody Axe Wound has a killer concept, a strong lead, and a refreshing setting—but it drops the ball by overhyping its least important character and leaving too many threads dangling. Sari Arambulo proves she can carry a horror film. The irony is that the movie’s own marketing doesn’t trust her to.

When a movie markets itself as “the best serial killer horror film since The Silence of the Lambs,” it sets a high bar. That’s exactly what happened with Longlegs, a film that leans into chilling visuals, a creeping sense of dread, and Nicolas Cage in one of his eeriest roles yet. But does it truly belong in the same conversation as Silence of the Lambs?