Tomorrow's the big scare day, so why not treat yourself to a horror flick or two on Netflix? Here's 10 totally decent picks, and five more you're gonna wanna pass on.
THE GOOD STUFF
Get Out: "I've been reviewing horror movies professionally since 1988...and I can honestly say that [Get Out] is in my top 10 of all time."
Hereditary: "The wrath of Satan seems pretty tame compared to the suffering that damaged family members can inflict on one another."
The Babadook: "Forget Insidious and its ilk, The Babadook is where it's at for supernatural horror in the home."
A Quiet Place: "...ultimately A Quiet Place emerges as an effective nightmare-maker for parents that is one of those rarest and most welcome commodities for fright-flick fans: horror with heart."
Creep: "Duplass's whacked-out performance keeps you fairly riveted to the screen, wondering what crazy s*** Josef's gonna pull next-and how the tormented Aaron will respond."
Don't Breathe: "Don't Breathe is destined to battle it out with the likes of Green Room and 10 Cloverfield Lane for the title of Top Hollywood Fright Flick of 2016."
Paranormal Activity 2: "It's the scariest movie in years."
The Shallows: "Things go beyond ridiculous when it comes to the shark's vindictive mindset, but they got that way in Jaws too, you may recall, and nobody whined about it much."
The Call: "The Call does falter near the end when some scary-movie cliches sneak in, but things are just so damn enthralling up until then that its winning sheen remains mostly untarnished."
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974): I was too young to review this one when it came out, but take my word for it: it's scary AF.
The Reaping: "He lays the photos out on the floor and the burn marks form a cross with a hook at the bottom, the unmistakable emblem of '70s hard rockers Blue Oyster Cult. Hey, didn't they have a big hit called '(Don't Fear) the Reaping'?"
Red Riding Hood: "Director Catherine Hardwicke obviously had no qualms about abusing a perfectly good fairy tale in a mindless cash-grab aimed at the same gullible tweens she fleeced with her equally vapid Twilight."
Winchester: "The silliness continues as we're waylaid by a wacky array of vengeful ghosts...culminating in a close-quarters shoot-out that produces plenty of splintered wood and shattered glass but nada in the entertainment department."
The Boy Next Door: "Sorry J.Lo, but since you also had the gall to executive-produce this shameless turkey, your nickname now is J.New-Low."
Legion: "An utterly ludicrous entry in the biblical-horror subgenre."