Horror Stories is exactly what you want from a project like this–despite production limitations and other recognizable constraints, it does an excellent job of working with the available tools. Any criticisms you could lob at it–corny premise, limited originality, etc.--kind of fall silent as the collection simply does so many things above films in the same class. I want to see more from everyone involved with Horror Stories.

Late Night with the Devil succeeds far more than most of of its ready comparables, telling a dark tale about the fictional never-before-seen filming of a late night show’s final episode. While this not an unfamiliar setup for a horror film, Late Night does an exemplary job of creating the illusion that we’re going back to a broadcast television set on Halloween night in 1977, when hardluck variety show host Jack Delroy and his show Night Owls will roll tape for what will ultimately be their final outing. By the end of the filming, the stage will be an abattoir, the audience fled and traumatized, and Jack himself primed to be the subject of decades-long speculation.

‘Hell House LLC: The Carmichael Manor feels like a distinctly modern found footage movie, not getting waylaid or distracted, keeping the scenes moving and putting plentiful scares throughout. The fourth installment of Hell House LLC has renewed my interest in the series, and comes close to surpassing the excellent original chapter. I believe Cognetti and company really made a creative effort with this film, both to do something new and expand on the work of the original trilogy, and the results are decidedly successful.’

‘X comes together with a lot of exceptional elements and are worthy of consideration and discussion, but the substance ultimately gets muddled, and we’re left with a film that tries on a lot but doesn’t do anything with it…Despite some thematic missteps, there’s a lot to appreciate about X, and it is bound to be an influential horror standby for the next generation of horror creators.’

We’re not inspired to feel sympathy for her, there are no sweeping intellectual forays into her beliefs. She’s a loud, absurdist goon, probably someone with a lot of hurt in their past who fell into the stupid pool and never got what she needed to swim to shore.

‘At some point, that intricate canvas of wires, bands and whatever else goes into fixing a catastrophic jaw injury is going to be ripped open, and I am here for it.’

…the film finds new life, imbued with the wonderful energy a viewer feels when their expectations have been subverted.