Visiting Hours

A slow, creeping dread builds through quiet suburban streets and long shadows, making you scan every frame for the shape standing just out of sight.

A sleek, unsettling Hitchcock-flavoured thriller that keeps you tense and guessing, with voyeuristic camera work and a razor-sharp sense of dread.

A claustrophobic, nerve-shredding duel of wills that keeps you coiled tight long after the credits.

A taut, silent siege that traps you in the heroine's heightened senses, making every creak and shadow a threat.

A tense, methodical thriller that keeps you on edge with its cat-and-mouse game and psychological depth.

A grimy, sun-scorched descent into rural dread that tightens like a wire and leaves you rattled and exhausted.

A relentless, nerve-shredding cat-and-mouse game that traps you in suffocating darkness with almost no let-up.

A nerve-shredding, slow-burn thriller that keeps you constantly scanning the frame, blending domestic terror with sci-fi horror.

A mercilessly tense siege that turns a quiet home into a claustrophobic nightmare of scissors, blood and grief.

A slow, suffocating descent into a fractured mind, where ordinary rooms turn menacing and every sound feels like a threat.

A slow, sweaty dread builds under the Texas sun, mixing grimy exploitation thrills with a sad, unsettling stare at aging and desire.

A grim, methodical revenge thriller that lingers on trauma and vigilante violence, offering little relief or hope.