Fake Blood

A cold, queasy plunge into LA nightlife, watching a hollow man turn human suffering into product with unnerving calm.

A gritty, unsettling found-footage plunge into street violence and thug life, blurring documentary and drama.

A queasy, complicit descent into nihilistic violence, where the killer's charm makes the horror feel uncomfortably funny and then just unbearable.

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

A provocative, wryly funny and unsettling tour of American gun culture that mixes outrage with dark humor and asks uncomfortable questions.

A grim, unrelenting found-footage descent into a killer's escalating ego, blurring the line between documentary and nightmare.

A chilling true-crime documentary that builds quiet dread from ordinary workshop footage, leaving you unsettled by the banality of obsession.

A clammy, screen-lit descent into voyeurism, where every notification tightens the knot and the watcher becomes as unsettling as the watched.

A quick, gleefully nasty little mockumentary that plays its grisly premise for deadpan laughs and cheap shocks.

A sober, unsettling documentary that examines a notorious underground film and the moral panic around it, feeling more like a grim cultural autopsy than entertainment.

A grim, methodical true-crime recounting that lingers on disturbing figures and the long pursuit of justice, unsettling more than thrilling.

A grim, sobering true-crime documentary that examines how brutal violence and social media obsession collide, leaving a lingering unease.