Satanik

A foggy, gothic chiller that blends body horror with Victorian melodrama, unsettling yet strangely theatrical.

A creaky, black-and-white B-movie that ambles through office intrigue before turning into a silly, slightly creepy creature feature.

A grimy, low-budget fever dream that lurches between sleaze and gore, leaving a queasy, amused unease.

A grim, tragic body-horror descent that unsettles with visceral transformations and a slow, sorrowful unraveling of identity and love.

A slow, uneasy psychological chiller that makes you squirm at the thought of your own hands turning against you.

A lurid, old-fashioned chiller that mixes circus spectacle with cold-blooded murder, feeling both creepy and faintly ridiculous.

A lurid, slow-creeping B-movie nightmare where a likeable man visibly unravels into something grotesque, equal parts silly and unsettling.

A lurid, disorienting plunge into beauty and self-destruction, gorgeous and cruel, leaving you uneasy long after.

A grotesque, satirical body-horror that is visually extreme and psychologically brutal, blending dark comedy with visceral disgust.

A grim, handsome Victorian chiller that trades gothic thrills for sour cruelty, leaving a lingering taste of vanity and violence.

A haunting, poetic horror that lingers with quiet dread and profound sadness, blending clinical detachment with fragile beauty.

A brooding silent-era descent into duality, with expressionistic shadows and a towering performance that makes the transformation feel both tragic and terrifying.