Killer Mountain (2011)

A bond between a girl and her dog takes an unexpected twist as the dog is not what it seems.

A simple question often sparks intense debate. Incluvie attempts a working definition for the beloved horror genre.

Him is visually stunning—all concrete cathedrals and bone-rattling impact shots that look like a nightmare highlight reel. Marlon Wayans is magnetic as this legendary quarterback who's basically selling salvation with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. But the story keeps running in circles: more tests, more cryptic pep talks, more ritualistic drills. The sports-as-religion metaphor beats you over the head when subtlety would've been more effective. The middle drags, and that finale chooses spectacle over substance. It's undeniably stylish, but left me cold. Also worth noting: despite the Monkeypaw connection, this isn't actually a Jordan Peele film—he didn't write or direct.

This is not a film, it’s a drop tower.  A drop tower that you don’t get off of for the vast majority of its 106-minute runtime. 

Viewers get a glimpse of life of mediocrity in a world where humans and cartoon characters live together in this comeback.

We got a movie that takes the old school approach of trying to creep you out with chilling atmosphere more than anything else.