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Beyond the Suburbs: 6 Foreign Slasher Films from Around the World

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You know we love a well-themed month here at Horror Press, and like a slasher villain, you can’t keep us down. So, let’s talk about our favorite foreign slashers the right way.

While domestic releases are all well and good, I never want to become complacent when looking for new horror films to watch, especially when they involve knife-wielding maniacs of the human or supernatural varieties. So, in an effort to spread the spirit of S.M.M. and inspire our dear readers to expand their interests out from the sprawl of North America, I’ve curated a list of slashers from across the world for your viewing pleasure.

6 Foreign Slasher Films from Around the World

 From Japan…Evil Dead Trap (1988)

Evil Dead Trap (literally translated to Trap of the Dead Spirits) takes under five minutes for us to be exposed to some truly nasty eye horror, which must be a world record of some kind.

When Nami receives tapes containing grisly torture at the television station her program runs out of, she and an all-female crew of reporters go to find proof of the murders. What they find is an abandoned military base full of traps and a crossbow-wielding killer who will stop at nothing to end them. Oh, and he also has pyrokinetic powers for some reason? The movie never explains why, but we get some great pyrotechnic stunts out of it. Remember kids, don’t pop off roman candles indoors unless a camera is running!

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(KIDDING. Obviously.)

Of note are some brutal and completely unpredictable deaths, and a genuinely unexpected twist that leads into an even more baffling final scene. With strains of inspiration in its directing and plot ranging from Suspiria, to Friday the 13th, to (would you believe this?) even the Evil Dead, it is every bit as cinematically interesting as its sequel, even if the latter has better directing.

The last thing I have to say about both Evil Dead Trap films, though it is spoilery: they both make surprisingly compelling films for dissecting as reproductive horror; if that sort of cinema analysis interests you, you should make a nice double feature out of the two of them.

 From Spain…Edge of the Axe (1988)

Is Edge of the Axe exceptional on a technical level? No, not really. Is it a campy but still brutal slasher shot in Spain with a part American, part Spaniard cast? Yes!

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With principal photography in both Madrid and Big Bear Lake, this Spanish-American fusion slasher follows a computer nerd and his unfaithful friend trying to navigate romance in a small California town over the summer…while a horrifying killer in a blank white mask preys on women young and old across Paddock County and outmaneuvers the police at every turn. Tale as old as time.

This has a pretty genius set piece for an opening kill that makes me wonder why it hasn’t been imitated more often, as well as one of the most baffling soundtracks I’ve heard in a film. The music is just a microcosm of the massive, very odd duck that this movie is. Bizarre dialogue and character work pockmark this film with schlock that makes it much more memorable than it would have been if it was actually competent. Where else would you get a town of anti-computer gaming Luddites and eccentrics masquerading as normal people?

With the kind of acting you’d see out of a car insurance commercial, a surprising amount of Coca-Cola product placement for a film as meanspirited as this one is, and a new potential killer being introduced what feels like every fifteen minutes, Edge of the Axe is the kind of semi-suspenseful slasher you can turn your brain off for and enjoy.

 From the Netherlands…Amsterdamned (1988)

Before diving into this one, you need to ask yourself: do you like your protagonist to sound like the Dutch version of Eeyore, and do you like your killer lurking in shadowy waters the entire runtime? If it’s a yes to either, Amsterdamnedis the movie for you.

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There’s no waiting when it comes to figuring out what this film is about: detectives hunt down a killer in diving gear who stalks the canals of Amsterdam by night, ripping and tearing through anyone that gets near the water with his diving knife. Despite its violent subject matter, this slasher plays more like a thriller. It is a good starter horror film for anybody looking not to terrify a beginner with copious amounts of blood. It also has some decent humor for a film with a genuinely scary climax.

If you ever had a nightmare where something is trying to pull you underwater, this movie captures that sensation with incredible skill. With some great special effects on the fake bodies, and one particularly well-shot underwater sequence, Amsterdamned is exceptional for an entry-grade slasher.

 From Australia…Cut (2000)

I have a soft spot for any movie that reminds me of Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon, and Cut does just that. Sue me.

This Australian slasher follows the story of Hot Blooded!, a horror movie set in the film that’s come to life when a scorned bumbling stuntman dies in costume and curses the reels themselves. As film students try to resurrect the movie and bring back one of the original actresses to complete it (played by the perennially lovely Molly Ringwald), the Scarman is summoned from the celluloid and resumes his rampage. It makes for a bloody good show!

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(Apologies to any Australians reading that.)

Parts New Nightmare and Scream 3, Cut is a delightful horror comedy that is a neat slasher beyond being meta-humor horror. Even if it’s opaquely riding the coattails of the Scream franchise’s explosive success, it acknowledges it and never feels like the shameless rip-off a few of its contemporaries at the time managed to end up like. It’s meta double indemnity, making fun of the very kind of movie it could be if it were taking itself too seriously.

It’s a plucky little movie with great pacing, a nice (if not a bit generic) slasher design, and a satisfying number of kills that make it worth the watch.

 From Norway… Cold Prey 2: Resurrection (2008)

Norway’s biggest horror franchise has some issues with its first film. With a so-so soundtrack, unappealing directing, and straight-up ugly color grading, Cold Prey spends a lot of its runtime spinning its wheels with shots of characters wandering a filth-caked, abandoned ski hotel in service of an ultimately unremarkable slasher. It’s cold and cruel but uneventful, and that’s its greatest crime.

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But Cold Prey 2? Cold Prey 2 kicks ass.

Even better, you don’t need to have seen Cold Prey to enjoy this entry, so there’s no slogging through an inferior first film. The sequel starts cooking with gas as this homage to Halloween 2 brings back the last survivor of the first entry, Jannicke, and the tortured Mountain Man who stalked her and her friends in the previous movie. Picking up right where it left off, Resurrection trades up settings for a Norwegian hospital where the hulking, pickaxe-wielding killer gets to unleash the full extent of his rage with some genuinely brutal hits using an assortment of weapons.

It feels like Roar Uthaug trading over the directing reins for a spot on the writing team for this movie was the right choice, because Cold Prey 2 is a complete overhaul that learned everything that was wrong with its predecessor and fixed it. And for that, I must commend him and the rest of the crew for a killer second installment.

 From Italy…Deliria (1987)

If it sounds unfamiliar, it’s because this 1987 film is best known by one of its many localized titles, Stage Fright. But not to be confused with Hitchcock’s Stage Fright, or the weird American one from 2014 that had singer Meatloaf in it. That’s how you know this one’s quality!

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While I originally thought about including one of the many giallo from Fulci or Bava, it was too obvious to put any genre progenitors on this list. So instead, I’m bringing up an oft-known but not talked about film, which many don’t even acknowledge is a foreign film despite being filmed entirely in Rome with an entirely Italian cast.

Directed by genre great Michele Saovi, Stage Fright/Aquarius/Bloody Bird (you get the idea) follows the rehearsal of a horror musical plagued by a deranged mental patient dressed as the plays main character, a serial killer known as The Night Owl. Yes, it’s the quintessential campfire story, fueled by the unfiltered power of theatre geeks. What could be scarier?

With lots of quotable lines, an incredible soundtrack by Simon Boswell, and a charismatic cast, Deliria is unforgettable in many regards. But most of all is The Night Owl, with his freakish emotionless cowl that still haunts me to this day. How he manages to be so terrifying for a villain that literally leaps into the movie’s opening scene and dances to hot 80s jazz is beyond me. Saovi’s creative vision is just unbeatable.

 And really…

I’ve only scratched the tip of the iceberg with this article. I would love to do another for the slasher super-fans, so are there any films missing from this that you think need more love? Let us know in the comments here and on Twitter!

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And until next time, remember to lock your doors and put your kitchen knives somewhere safe. Oh, and stay tuned for more Horror Press articles like this one!

Luis Pomales-Diaz is a freelance writer and lover of fantasy, sci-fi, and of course, horror. When he isn't working on a new article or short story, he can usually be found watching schlocky movies and forgotten television shows.

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Tim Burton, Representation, and the Problem With Nostalgia

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Tim Burton was not always my nemesis. In the not-too-distant past, I was a child who just wanted to watch creepy things. I rewatched Beetlejuice countless times and thought he was a lot more involved in Henry Selick’s The Nightmare Before Christmas than he actually was. I was also a huge Batman fan before Ben Affleck happened to the Caped Crusader. To this day, I still argue that Michael Keaton’s Bruce Wayne was one of the best. So when I tell you I logged many hours rewatching Burton’s better films in my youth, I am not lying.

However, as I got older, I started to realize that this director’s films are usually exclusively filled with white actors. Even his animated work somehow ignores POC actors, seemingly by design. This is sadly common in the industry, as intersectionality seems to be a concept most older filmmakers cannot wrap their heads around. So, I was one of the people who chalked it up to a glaring oversight and not much more. I also outgrew Burton’s aesthetic and attempts at humor when I started seeking out horror movies that might actually be scary.

I Was Over Tim Burton Before It Was Cool

So, how did we get to episodes of the podcast I co-host, roasting Tim Burton? I kind of forgot about the man behind all of those movies I thought were epic when I was a kid. In huge part because his muse was Johnny Depp, whom I also outgrew forever ago. I wasn’t thinking about Burton or his filmography, and I doubt he noticed a kid in the Midwest stopped renting his movies. I didn’t think about Burton again until 2016 rolled around.

In an interview with Bustle for Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, the lack of diversity in Burton’s work came up. That’s when the filmmaker explained this wasn’t a simple blunder or oversight on his part. He also unsurprisingly said the wrong thing instead of pretending he’d like to do better in the future.

Tim Burton said,Things either call for things, or they don’t. I remember back when I was a child watching The Brady Bunch, and they started to get all politically correct. Like, OK, let’s have an Asian child and a black. I used to get more offended by that than just… I grew up watching blaxploitation movies, right? And I said, that’s great. I didn’t go like, OK, there should be more white people in these movies.Bustle

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Tim Burton Is Not the Only One Failing

We watch older white guys fumble in interviews when topics like gender parity, diversity, politics, etc., come up all the time. It’s to the point now where most of us are forced to wonder if their publicists have simply given up and just live in a state of constant damage control. However, Tim Burton’s response was surprisingly offensive in so many ways. The more I reread it, the more pissed off at this guy I forgot existed after we returned our copy of Mars Attacks! to the Hollywood Video closest to my childhood home. While I knew I wouldn’t be revisiting Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice, his explanation for the almost complete absence of POC in his work burst a bubble. 

We Hate To See It

Tim Burton’s own words made me realize so many obvious issues that I excused as a kid. Like Billy Dee Williams as Harvey Dent in Batman, it was the only time I remembered a Black actor with substantial screentime in a Burton film. Or that The Nightmare Before Christmas was really named the late Ken Page’s character, Oogie Boogie. As a Black kid, what a confusingly racist image with a helluva song. So, Burton saying the quiet part out loud is what led me to reexamine the actual reasons I probably stopped watching his work. His problematic answer is also why I don’t have the nostalgia that made most of my friends sit through Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

I love the cast for this sequel we didn’t need. I am also delighted to see Jenna Ortega continue working in my favorite genre. However, from what I heard from most of my friends who watched the movie, I’m not the only person who has outgrown Tim Burton’s messy aesthetic and outdated stabs at jokes. I am also not the only one paying attention to what’s being said about the Black characters on Wednesday. Again, I’m always happy to see Ortega booked and busy. However, I also refuse to pretend Burton has fixed his diversity problem. If anything, this moves us deeper into specific bias territory.

Tim Burton’s Bare Minimum Is Not Good Enough

He will now cast a couple of Brown people, but is still displaying colorism and anti-Blackness. Histhingsseeminglycall for thingsthat are not Black folks in key roles that aren’t bullies. He still feels that’s his aesthetic. If we are still dragging him into the last millennium, will he ever work on a project that truly understands and celebrates intersectionality? Or will he continue doing the bare minimum while waiting for a cookie? I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care anymore. I’m not the audience for Tim Burton. You can say mythingsno longercall for thingshe’s known for. In part because I’m over supporting filmmakers who don’t get it and don’t want to get it.

If a director wants to stay in a rut and keep regurgitating the mediocre things that worked for him before I was born, that’s his business. I’m more interested in what better filmmakers who can envision worlds filled with POC characters. Writer-directors that understand intersectionality benefits their stories are the people I’m trying to engage with. So, while Tim Burton might have had a few movies on repeat during my VHS era, I have as hard of a time watching his work as he has imagining people who look like me in his stuff. I will never unsee “let’s have an Asian child and a black” in his offensive word salad. However, I don’t think he wants me in the audience anyways because he might then have to imagine a world that calls for people who look like me.

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No, Cult Cinema Isn’t Dead

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My first feature film, Death Drop Gorgeous, was often described as its own disturbed piece of queer cult cinema due to its over-the-top camp, practical special effects, and radical nature. As a film inspired by John Waters, we wore this descriptor as a badge of honor. Over the years, it has gained a small fanbase and occasionally pops up on lists of overlooked queer horror flicks around Pride month and Halloween.

The Streaming Era and the Myth of Monoculture

My co-director of our drag queen slasher sent me a status update, ostensibly to rile up the group chat. A former programmer of a major LGBTQ+ film festival (I swear, this detail is simply a coincidence and not an extension of my last article) declared that in our modern era, “cult classic” status is “untenable,” and that monoculture no longer exists. Thus, cult classics can no longer counter-culture the mono. The abundance of streaming services, he said, allows for specific curation to one’s tastes and the content they seek. He also asserted that media today that is designed to be a cult classic, feels soulless and vapid.

Shots fired!

Can Cult Cinema Exist Without Monoculture?

We had a lengthy discussion as collaborators about these points. Is there no monoculture to rally against? Are there no codes and standards to break and deviate from? Are there no transgressions left to undertake? Do streaming services fully encompass everyone’s tastes? Maybe I am biased. Maybe my debut feature is soulless and vapid!

I’ve been considering the landscape. True, there are so many options at our streaming fingertips, how could we experience a monoculture? But to think a cult classic only exists as counter-culture, or solely as a rally against the norm, is to have a narrow understanding of what cult cinema is and how it gains its status. The cult classic is not dead. It still rises from its grave and walks amongst the living.

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What Defines a Cult Classic? And Who Cares About Cult Cinema?

The term “cult classic” generally refers to media – often movies, but sometimes television shows or books – that upon its debut, was unsuccessful or undervalued, but over time developed a devout fanbase that enjoys it, either ironically or sincerely. The media is often niche and low budget, and sometimes progressive for the cultural moment in which it was released.

Some well-known cult films include The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994), Showgirls (1995), Re-Animator (1985), Jennifer’s Body (2009), and my personal favorite, Heathers (1989). Quoting dialogue, midnight showings, and fans developing ritualistic traditions around the movie are often other ways films receive cult status (think The Rocky Horror Picture Show).

Cult Cinema as Queer Refuge and Rebellion

Celebration of cult classics has long been a way for cinephiles and casual viewers alike to push against the rigid standards of what film critics deem “cinema.” These films can be immoral, depraved, or simply entertaining in ways that counter mainstream conventions. Cult classics have often been significant for underrepresented communities seeking comfort or reflection. Endless amounts of explicitly queer cinema were lambasted by critics of their time. The Doom Generation (1995) by Gregg Araki and John Waters’ Pink Flamingos (1972) were both famously given zero stars by Roger Ebert. Now both can be viewed on the Criterion Channel, and both directors are considered pioneers of gay cinema.

Cult films are often low-budget, providing a sense of belonging for viewers, and are sometimes seen as guilty pleasures. Cult cinema was, and continues to be, particularly important for queer folks in finding community.

But can there be a new Waters or Araki in this current landscape?

What becomes clear when looking at these examples is that cult status rarely forms in a vacuum. It emerges from a combination of cultural neglect, community need, and the slow bloom of recognition. Even in their time, cult films thrived because they filled a void, often one left by mainstream films’ lack of imagination or refusal to engage marginalized perspectives. If anything, today’s fractured media landscape creates even more of those voids, and therefore more opportunities for unexpected or outsider works to grab hold of their own fiercely loyal audiences.

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The Death of Monoculture and the Rise of Streaming

We do not all experience culture the same way. With the freedom of personalization and algorithmic curation, not just in film but in music and television, there are fewer shared mass cultural moments we all gather around to discuss. The ones that do occur (think Barbenheimer) may always pale in comparison to the cultural dominance of moments that occurred before the social media boom. We might never again experience the mass hysteria of, say, Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

For example, our most successful musician today is listened to primarily by her fanbase. We can skip her songs and avoid her albums even if they are suggested on our streaming platforms, no matter how many weeks she’s been at number one.

Was Monoculture Ever Real?

But did we ever experience culture the same? Some argue that the idea of monoculture is a myth. Steve Hayden writes:

“Our monoculture was an illusion created by a flawed, closed-circuit system; even though we ought to know better, we’re still buying into that illusion, because we sometimes feel overwhelmed by our choices and lack of consensus. We think back to the things we used to love, and how it seemed that the whole world, or at least people we knew personally, loved the same thing. Maybe it wasn’t better then, but it seemed simpler, and for now that’s good enough.”

The mainstream still exists. Cultural moments still occur that we cannot escape and cannot always understand the appreciation for. There are fads and trends we may not recognize now but will romanticize later, just as we do with trends from as recently as 2010. But I’d argue there never was monoculture in the same way America was never “great.” There was never a time we all watched the same things and sang Madonna songs around the campfire; there were simply fewer accessible avenues to explore other options.

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Indie Film Distribution in the Age of Streaming

Additionally, music streaming is not the same as film streaming. As my filmmaking collective moves through self-distributing our second film, we have found it is increasingly difficult for indie, small-budget, and DIY filmmakers to get on major platforms. We are required to have an aggregator or a distribution company. I cannot simply throw Saint Drogo onto Netflix or even Shudder. Amazon Prime has recently made it impossible to self-distribute unless you were grandfathered in. Accessibility is still limited, particularly for those with grassroots and shoestring budgets, even with the abundance of services.

I don’t know that anyone ever deliberately intends on making a cult classic. Pink Flamingos was released in the middle of the Gay Liberation movement, starring Divine, an openly gay drag queen who famously says, “Condone first-degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth are my politics, filth is my life!”

All comedy is political. Of course, Waters was intentional with the depravity he filmed; it was a conscious response to the political climate of the time. So if responding to the current state of the world makes a cult classic, I think we can agree there is still plenty to protest.

There Is No Single Formula for Cult Cinema

Looking back at other cult classics, both recent and older, not all had the same intentional vehicle of crass humor and anarchy. Some didn’t know they would reach this status – a very “so bad, it’s good” result (i.e., Showgirls). And while cult classics naturally exist outside the mainstream, some very much intended to be in that stream first!

All of this is to say: there is no monolith for cult cinema. Some have deliberate, rebellious intentions. Some think they are creating high-concept art when in reality they’re making camp. But it takes time to recognize what will reach cult status. It’s not overnight, even if a film seems like it has the perfect recipe. Furthermore, there are still plenty of conventions to push back against; there are plenty of queer cinema conventions upheld by dogmatic LGBTQ+ film festivals.

Midnight Movies vs. Digital Fandom

What has changed is the way we consume media. The way we view a cult classic might not be solely relegated to midnight showings. Although, at my current place of employment, any time The Rocky Horror Picture Show screens, it’s consistently sold out. Nowadays, we may find that engagement with cult cinema and its fanbase digitally, on social media, rather than in indie cinemas. But if these sold-out screenings are any indication, people are not ready to give up the theater experience of being in a room with die-hard fans they find a kinship with.

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In fact, digital fandom has begun creating its own equivalents to the midnight-movie ritual. Think of meme cycles that resurrect forgotten films, TikTok edits that reframe a scene as iconic, or Discord servers built entirely around niche subgenres. These forms of engagement might not involve rice bags and fishnets in a theater, but they mirror the same spirit of communal celebration, shared language, and collective inside jokes that defined cult communities of past decades. Furthermore, accessibility to a film does not diminish its cult status. You may be able to stream Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the comfort of your couch, but that doesn’t make it any less cult.

The Case for Bottoms

I think a recent film that will gain cult status in time is Bottoms. In fact, it was introduced to the audience at a screening I attended as “the new Heathers.” Its elements of absurdity, queer representation, and subversion are perfect examples of the spirit of cult cinema. And you will not tell me that Bottoms was soulless and vapid.

For queer communities, cult cinema has never been just entertainment; it has operated as a kind of cultural memory, a place to archive our identities, desires, rebellions, and inside jokes long before RuPaul made them her catchphrases repeated ad nauseam. These films became coded meeting grounds where queer viewers could see exaggerated, defiant, or transgressive versions of themselves reflected back, if not realistically, then at least recognizably. Even when the world outside refused to legitimize queer existence, cult films documented our sensibilities, our humor, our rage, and our resilience. In this way, cult cinema has served as both refuge and record, preserving parts of queer life that might otherwise have been erased or dismissed.

Cult Cinema Is Forever

While inspired by John Waters, with Death Drop Gorgeous, we didn’t intentionally seek the status of cult classic. We just had no money and wanted to make a horror movie with drag queens. As long as there continue to be DIY, low-budget, queer filmmakers shooting their movies without permits, the conventions of cinema will continue to be subverted.

As long as queer people need refuge through media, cult cinema will live on.

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