Horror Month '20

Here we are again.  Horror Month.  Thirty-one days, all fright flicks.  A tradition, you know?  One might rightly question if one is even needed in a year that continues to suffer an unprecedented pandemic, heightened racial tensions boiled over into violence, an especially tense Presidential election, and much more. What happened to those murder hornets?  As they say, you only need to turn on the news to see something scary these days.  But it's also been said that horror movies are therapeutic, can help us deal with all the real terror in the world.  Is that you, invisible audience?

This year's slate includes the oldest film I've yet reviewed on this blog, a still imitated (and often remade) classic.  There's an entry from a famous slasher series.  Sci-fi horror.  A spoof, one of the best ever of its type.  1960s psychological horror from a master director.  Art house witchcraft.  '70s schlock from a well known schlockmeister.   A vampire film from Sweden.  A Master of Horror who redeems himself.  Coeds on the wrong side of a very large drill.  Something here to suit most tastes, I believe.

So slip off your mask and scream away, if you need to.