A Night of Horror: Nightmare Radio

A Night of Horror: Nightmare Radio is a anthology of 8 short stories. Some are really good, like the one about the pile of clothes on the chair at the end of the bed. There’s certainly variety, with a period monster, angry mermaid, and scary clown.

With the radio announcer reading out the stories, it kinda sounds like the videos of reddit creepy pasta set to thunderstorms. Definitely got a bit of creep to it.

Butt Boy

Butt Boy is what happens if someone takes a Chuck Tingle story and films it like a gritty cop drama. A man with a portal in his ass is abducting kids and sticking them up there. Hot on his trail is a jaded, hard-bitten cop, and they play a game of cat-and-mouse throughout the movie.

Butt Boy has, without a doubt, the stupidest premise for a film of the entire festival, yet it is played entirely straight. All the humour is from how ridiculous that is, rather than any standard jokes in the movie.

Silly and weird.

Saint Maud

A sensational film about religious frenzy. A nurse sets out to save the soul of her dying patient. Jennifer Ehle is wonderful as the patient, and Morfydd Clark is extraordinary as Maud.

Reminiscent of something like The Witch, this focuses on the ecstatics of devotion. A psychological horror with an unreliable narrator, Maud’s perspective on what is happening differs massively from the secular audience. The tension just winds up as that divide gets wider and wider.

Hold your breath.

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The Mortuary Collection

The Mortuary Collection is a horror anthology, with 4 short stories told by the undertaker to a prospective new recruit. Clanchy Brown plays a Tall Man-type character, a looming Lurch with a gorgeously ominous voice.

Side bar: How old is Clancy Brown now? Coz I would still ride him til my fanny got scorch marks.

Each of the short stories vary in tone and tightness. Some are concise and punchy. Some are longer and wind up more tension or humour. The last one is the best.

Thoroughly enjoyable.

Death of a Vlogger

Ok, so Death of a Vlogger is a zero budget, no name, passion project made by a bunch of 20-year old pals in their flat. That being understood, it’s really fucking good.

It really makes you wonder at what can be accomplished with skill alone. It’s basically shot on a phone, webcam, and fairly standard video camera. There is no CGI. And yet, I let out more shrieks in the cinema than I have in a long time. Because what they do have is a sense of timing, an understanding of their angles, and good use of light. In some ways for a film about the high-tech world, this reminded me of the classic scare techniques of early horror films.

Death of a Vlogger is a meta found footage mockumentary. And there is no series of words I could write which could make you lose interest more, but seriously, it is actually good. It takes these modern tropes, marries it to a examination of toxic internet cultures, and channels it through low-fi classic horror film shots. The end result is really impressive.

It was also really fun to see local locations in the movie, like the Flying Duck – I drink there! But in a way, setting it in a modern new-build Glasgow flat, just gave me the pure heebie jeebies about going back to my own Glasgow flat. Thanks guys. I’m gonna have to watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philedelphia to wind down, even though it’s 1 in the morning, and I’ve been up since 8am getting a tooth out.

Definitely worth checking out. If your idea of good creep is things like the slow approach of an ominous figure in It Follows, or the swipe past Pipes in Ghostwatch, this is a film for you.