Revelations of a Cannibal Filmaker

A short, uneasy slow burn that follows a driven man chasing proof, building quiet dread toward a small-scale payoff.

A cheap, nasty found-footage haunt that leans on jump scares and a grimy hotel setting.

A grimy, low-budget slasher that grinds toward its nastiness with a documentary crew's nervous energy.

A short, unsettling plunge into creative obsession that grows quietly disturbing before turning grim.

A grim, uneasy descent into fixation, watching creativity curdle into something disturbing and hard to shake.

A short, tense, uneasy watch that keeps you alert as a young woman pushes herself toward danger for a shot at a role.

A cheap, self-aware slasher that plods through backstage banter before the killings, offering few scares beyond routine stalk-and-slash.

A short, tense cat-and-mouse game in a single office that keeps you uneasy and guessing until the end.

A short, tense found-footage horror that plays like a grim police tape, unsettling rather than gory.

A grimy, unsettling slow descent into obsession and violence that feels like a lurid late-night video discovery.

A grim, unsettling descent into cursed footage that keeps you tense and uneasy, with a lingering sense of dread.

A short, suffocating audition piece that tightens like a held breath, turning ambition into dread.