Hey everyone! 👋
I know I’ve been completely silent here for a while — sorry about that!
My brain has been fully loaded with content creation for other social networks, and I got a bit lost in the process. But good news: I’m back and actively working on fresh content right here on Telegram.
Very soon you’ll see a new film dropping, plus lots of other interesting stuff I’ve been preparing.
Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking around! ❤️
Can’t wait to share everything with you. Stay tuned!
— Terroflix
I know I’ve been completely silent here for a while — sorry about that!
My brain has been fully loaded with content creation for other social networks, and I got a bit lost in the process. But good news: I’m back and actively working on fresh content right here on Telegram.
Very soon you’ll see a new film dropping, plus lots of other interesting stuff I’ve been preparing.
Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking around! ❤️
Can’t wait to share everything with you. Stay tuned!
— Terroflix
On this day in 1977, David Cronenberg’s Rabid hit Canadian theaters and changed the face of horror forever.
After a horrific motorcycle crash, Rose (played by adult film star Marilyn Chambers in her mainstream breakthrough) undergoes radical experimental skin grafts. What emerges is something far more disturbing than simple scars: a hidden, phallic stinger under her armpit that drives an insatiable thirst for blood. Every victim she feeds on becomes violently rabid, spreading a fast-moving plague that turns ordinary people into foaming, biting monsters.
Set against the wintry streets and subways of Montreal, Rabid is classic Cronenberg: cold, clinical, and deeply unsettling. It blends sexual body horror, viral outbreak terror, and a raw critique of medical hubris and urban isolation. Released the same year as his earlier Shivers, this film helped establish Cronenberg as the master of “venereal horror” and the New Flesh — themes he would explore for decades.
With its mix of eroticism, gore, and societal collapse, Rabid feels eerily prescient even today. One minute people are normal… the next, they’re rabid.
A true landmark in the horror genre and essential viewing for any Cronenberg fan. Have you seen it? 🩸
After a horrific motorcycle crash, Rose (played by adult film star Marilyn Chambers in her mainstream breakthrough) undergoes radical experimental skin grafts. What emerges is something far more disturbing than simple scars: a hidden, phallic stinger under her armpit that drives an insatiable thirst for blood. Every victim she feeds on becomes violently rabid, spreading a fast-moving plague that turns ordinary people into foaming, biting monsters.
Set against the wintry streets and subways of Montreal, Rabid is classic Cronenberg: cold, clinical, and deeply unsettling. It blends sexual body horror, viral outbreak terror, and a raw critique of medical hubris and urban isolation. Released the same year as his earlier Shivers, this film helped establish Cronenberg as the master of “venereal horror” and the New Flesh — themes he would explore for decades.
With its mix of eroticism, gore, and societal collapse, Rabid feels eerily prescient even today. One minute people are normal… the next, they’re rabid.
A true landmark in the horror genre and essential viewing for any Cronenberg fan. Have you seen it? 🩸
🎬 On April 7, 1982 — exactly 44 years ago — Basket Case exploded onto theater screens and changed cult horror forever.
Directed by Frank Henenlotter, this gloriously grimy low-budget masterpiece follows Duane Bradley and his surgically separated conjoined twin brother Belial, who now lives in a wicker basket. Together, they embark on a bloody revenge tour through the seedy streets of New York City against the doctors who tore them apart.
With its practical effects, pitch-black humor, genuine creepiness, and one of the most unhinged final acts in horror history, Basket Case became an instant midnight movie legend. It spawned two sequels and still stands as one of the most original and deranged horror films of the 80s.
If you’ve never seen it… prepare yourself. It’s sleazy, disgusting, strangely touching, and completely unforgettable.
Happy 44th birthday to one of the strangest horror icons ever born from a basket. 🧺🔪
What’s your favorite scene or moment from Basket Case? Drop it below! 👇
Directed by Frank Henenlotter, this gloriously grimy low-budget masterpiece follows Duane Bradley and his surgically separated conjoined twin brother Belial, who now lives in a wicker basket. Together, they embark on a bloody revenge tour through the seedy streets of New York City against the doctors who tore them apart.
With its practical effects, pitch-black humor, genuine creepiness, and one of the most unhinged final acts in horror history, Basket Case became an instant midnight movie legend. It spawned two sequels and still stands as one of the most original and deranged horror films of the 80s.
If you’ve never seen it… prepare yourself. It’s sleazy, disgusting, strangely touching, and completely unforgettable.
Happy 44th birthday to one of the strangest horror icons ever born from a basket. 🧺🔪
What’s your favorite scene or moment from Basket Case? Drop it below! 👇
On this day in 1964, Mario Bava’s groundbreaking crime-horror masterpiece 6 donne per l’assassino (released in English as Blood and Black Lace) hit screens and quietly changed the thriller genre forever.
Set in the glossy, cutthroat world of a high-end Roman fashion house, the film follows a string of savage murders targeting beautiful models. A mysterious killer — clad in a featureless white mask, black fedora, trench coat, and gloves — strikes with merciless efficiency. The motive? A stolen diary that exposes the dark secrets, vices, affairs, blackmail, and corruption lurking behind the glamorous facade.
What makes Blood and Black Lace such a landmark criminological detective horror (early giallo) is how it blends classic whodunit elements with raw, visceral horror. The police investigate, suspects abound (including the fashion house owners and staff), and red herrings pile up — but Bava isn’t really interested in a tidy Agatha Christie-style puzzle. Instead, he delivers a series of increasingly elaborate, visually stunning murder set pieces drenched in bold, pop-art colors. The violence is graphic for its time: strangulations, stabbings, and beatings that feel shockingly modern.
The core dramatis lies in the poisonous contrast between surface beauty and hidden rot. The fashion world is all elegant lines, vibrant fabrics, and seductive poses — yet it’s infested with greed, sexual intrigue, drug dealing, and moral decay. The killer’s rampage isn’t random; it’s a desperate, cold-blooded hunt for that diary, turning the haute couture atelier into a slaughterhouse. Bava heightens the tension through masterful cinematography: gliding tracking shots, dramatic lighting, and a pervasive sense of unease that makes every corridor and mannequin feel threatening.
A brilliant late twist reveals the true nature of the murders (and the killers), exposing how the eroticized violence was partly a smokescreen for something more calculated and mundane. This undercuts the psychosexual readings while amplifying the cynicism — no one is innocent, and beauty itself becomes a deadly trap.
Visually opulent, morally bleak, and relentlessly stylish, Blood and Black Lace is the film that codified many giallo (and later slasher) tropes: the gloved killer, the body count, the fusion of eroticism and gore, and the focus on spectacular death scenes over deep character study. It influenced everyone from Dario Argento to modern horror directors.
If you love stylish crime thrillers where the atmosphere drips with dread and the kills are as artistic as they are brutal, this 1964 gem remains essential viewing. A fashion house of dreams… turned into a house of blood and black lace. 🖤🩸
Set in the glossy, cutthroat world of a high-end Roman fashion house, the film follows a string of savage murders targeting beautiful models. A mysterious killer — clad in a featureless white mask, black fedora, trench coat, and gloves — strikes with merciless efficiency. The motive? A stolen diary that exposes the dark secrets, vices, affairs, blackmail, and corruption lurking behind the glamorous facade.
What makes Blood and Black Lace such a landmark criminological detective horror (early giallo) is how it blends classic whodunit elements with raw, visceral horror. The police investigate, suspects abound (including the fashion house owners and staff), and red herrings pile up — but Bava isn’t really interested in a tidy Agatha Christie-style puzzle. Instead, he delivers a series of increasingly elaborate, visually stunning murder set pieces drenched in bold, pop-art colors. The violence is graphic for its time: strangulations, stabbings, and beatings that feel shockingly modern.
The core dramatis lies in the poisonous contrast between surface beauty and hidden rot. The fashion world is all elegant lines, vibrant fabrics, and seductive poses — yet it’s infested with greed, sexual intrigue, drug dealing, and moral decay. The killer’s rampage isn’t random; it’s a desperate, cold-blooded hunt for that diary, turning the haute couture atelier into a slaughterhouse. Bava heightens the tension through masterful cinematography: gliding tracking shots, dramatic lighting, and a pervasive sense of unease that makes every corridor and mannequin feel threatening.
A brilliant late twist reveals the true nature of the murders (and the killers), exposing how the eroticized violence was partly a smokescreen for something more calculated and mundane. This undercuts the psychosexual readings while amplifying the cynicism — no one is innocent, and beauty itself becomes a deadly trap.
Visually opulent, morally bleak, and relentlessly stylish, Blood and Black Lace is the film that codified many giallo (and later slasher) tropes: the gloved killer, the body count, the fusion of eroticism and gore, and the focus on spectacular death scenes over deep character study. It influenced everyone from Dario Argento to modern horror directors.
If you love stylish crime thrillers where the atmosphere drips with dread and the kills are as artistic as they are brutal, this 1964 gem remains essential viewing. A fashion house of dreams… turned into a house of blood and black lace. 🖤🩸