When people talk about vintage horror, the conversation almost always defaults to hockey masks, naughty camp counselors, and swinging machetes. But before the slasher boom of the late seventies and eighties codified the genre into a reliable formula, non-slasher horror movies relied on a very different kind of dread. If you want films that tap into psychological unease, cosmic terror, and the uncanny rather than a guy with a leather face carrying a sledgehammer, you have to look a little off the beaten path. These aren’t the movies that dominated afternoon basic cable marathons; they’re the ones that crawled under Continue Reading