Stegosaurus

A short, nasty, mean-spirited slice of slasher horror that leaves you tense and unsettled rather than entertained.

A lean, pulpy TV thriller that trades atmosphere for jolts, watching a killer's secret close in on the one woman who sees it.

A grim, grimy slice of early-eighties slasher nastiness that lingers on cruelty more than suspense.

A nasty, mean-spirited slasher that turns teen clout-chasing into ugly violence, leaving you queasy rather than scared.

A scrappy low-budget slasher that moves fast and leans on grimy kills and cheap thrills more than scares.

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

A grim, straightforward slasher that grinds through its kills without much wit or atmosphere.

A grimy, uneasy slasher that lingers on dread and menace rather than cheap scares.

A grimy, stage-lit slasher that trades logic for sleaze and sudden shocks, best enjoyed as a late-night curiosity.

A grim, grimy slasher that leans on dread and unpleasantness rather than thrills, watching a killer study turn into something unsettling.

A grimy, amateurish slasher that feels like a homemade tape, more unsettling for its roughness than its scares.

A grimy, low-budget slasher that trades suspense for blunt shocks and a mean streak.