REVIEW — Slice (2025)
I think we are entering the age of graphic male violence in horror — and I’m here for it.

I think we are entering the age of graphic male violence in horror — and I’m here for it.
Daytime horror that will leave you thinking long into the night.
Microplastics and raw milk are no match for a a strange fruiting plant on a dead relative’s farm.
If analog horror was an abandoned amusement park with existential dread.
Move over, Black Phillip. You’re not the only beastly abomination roaming the woods.