A hundred years ago a murderous woman named Sylvia killed her son in cold blood; it’s said that both Sylvia and her dead boy continue to haunt the dusty walls of this really fabulous Airbnb, which, of course, leads to an instantly-iconique séance (how could it not?)
Yann Gonzalez's 2018 porno-giallo has columnist Justin McDevitt clutching his pearls.
The 1936 sequel to Tod Browning's immortal classic is far too subtle in its sapphic suggestiveness.
Alain Guiraudie’s 2013 erotic horror thriller makes carnal selfishness sexy.
In his new column, playwright Justin McDevitt lends a queer eye to your favorite horror flicks.
