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.
No amount of save points can help those who decide to press START.
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.