Cassadaga starts with that old tale of a kid lopping off his penis with a pair of scissors due to the fact that his mother has issues with him dressing up in women’s clothing.
Plucking disparate elements from the air and planting them in a slowly-burning field of Southern horror tropes, Cassadaga eventually reveals itself to be more of a mystery drama than any kind of
Is there anything more terrifying than a psychopath in love? They’re delusional, manipulative, and just one restraining order away from a homicide.
In a way, the genre tagging that I do is a bit of a disservice to some films.
One will need a cast-iron stomach to endure the final act of Dread, the latest Clive Barker adaptation to come down the pipe.