Rasputin: The Mad Monk

A gothic chiller that feels like a classic horror tale, with atmospheric tension and a touch of camp.

A slow-burning, atmospheric Hammer horror that wraps you in gothic dread and eerie tension, with a touch of campy charm.

A stylish, mean-spirited occult ride that trades slow dread for gory set pieces and a lurid, retro-horror atmosphere.

A gripping battle of wills between good and evil, full of eerie occult imagery and mounting dread.

A creaky, shadowy old horror that feels like a bad dream—slow, eerie, and strangely hypnotic.

A feverish, twisted dream of painted shadows and crooked streets that unsettles and confuses you long after it ends.

A slow, shadowy gothic nightmare of candlelit crypts and hypnotic dread that lingers like a cold draft.

A velvety, candlelit creep through three gothic nightmares, full of shadows, dread and lurid color that lingers after the lights come up.

A slow, dread-soaked descent into a family's nightmare, anchored by cold realism and a profound sense of spiritual crisis.

A slow, uneasy descent into occult menace, with a few shocking images that linger long after.

A glossy, seductive thriller that keeps tightening the screws, mixing luxury-house unease with cruel mind games and a satisfyingly nasty payoff.

A lurid, theatrical descent into gothic excess, mixing gruesome shocks with deadpan absurdity and a queasy, voyeuristic chill.