Alan Willey

My taste

What draws me to science fiction horror is the psychologically oppressive nature of an unconcerned universe. It's the slow realization of our insignificance, a steady drip of dread. There's no escaping it, no comfort or solace in the natural world. As humans we dream, hope, feel joy, desire, and struggle. None of it matters, as the cosmos continues its silent, indifferent course above.

Films I'd defend

Not a ranking. The films I'd write a paragraph about if you asked, in roughly the order they live in my head.

1. 

   

   Alien (1979)

   Ridley Scott

   (Spoilers ahead. How have you not seen this?)

   Look, you're not surprised to see this here, but my goal isn't to surprise, it's to tell you what my favorite horror movies are. And I can't omit a film that I love enormously just to look "contrarian" for sport. Alien is a film with almost no flaws. And it happens to be my favorite genre mash up — sci fi horror.

   Nothing comes close to what Alien makes me feel. It's a cosmic indifference, a cold emotionless and terrifying chord that my brain still struggles to articulate plainly. The slow formation of the title card sequence across a void of space, panning to a planet backdrop with Jerry Goldsmith's haunting and uncanny score woven into the shot seamlessly. Kane's carcass, a vessel used to birth their demise, unceremoniously ejected into the cold vacuum of space. His mutilated corpse spiraling endlessly. The crew huddled and quiet after Kane's departure, the psychological torture and paranoia of what's on board suppressing any other thought. An aggressive alien organism with no apparent weakness, whose existence you can't fathom. And the cosmos continues on, oblivious and uncaring to the extreme horrors of the human experience. It unnerves me to the core. And I love that.

   What works so well in Alien is that all elements come together synergistically. The unique and unsettling score, H.R. Giger's nightmarish fusion of sex, birth, and violence manifested in a gothic bio-mechanical organism, the Cassette Futurism design of the environments. Characters that behave intelligently and organically. The juxtaposition between the infinite void of space that suffocates the crew and traps them in a perpetual nightmare.

   You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

2. 

   

   The Thing (1982)

   John Carpenter

   (Spoilers ahead, and throughout.)

   Every time I think of The Thing I immediately hear the iconic "buh-bump" heartbeat sound of the synthesizers, and much like Alien, the soundtrack contributes meaningfully to the atmospheric dread the film creates. Following the buh-bump, I imagine a cold, dark, desolate Antarctic science lab that has become a living nightmare for humans, and a hunting ground for a gruesome and twisted "otherness" that defies understanding.

   Released in 1982, Rob Bottin's practical effects don't just hold up, they get better with time. Pure passion was poured into creating the monstrosities on screen, and my enjoyment of them in 2026 can attest to that. They're so good, in fact, that they're the bar every film using practical effects is measured against.

   But the effects aren't the horror. The horror is the paranoia of not knowing whether the person next to you is still human or a perfect imitation wearing their face. The blood test scene is always the centerpiece of any The Thing discussion, and there's a reason for it; it's a master class in paranoia, anxiety, and the erosion of trust. The prospect of being a copy is so terrifying, in fact, that even those who aren't infected (Windows, Nauls, Garry, Childs) are agonizing when it's about to be their turn. It's almost as if they can't fully trust themselves with not being The Thing.

   Carpenter executes all of it to perfection; the isolation and the slow collapse of trust, with the vision of an artist possessed by a gift for exacting terror with psychological warfare. And the end? Carpenter is playing mind games with us. He refuses to tell us who's infected between the two, and has kept it ambiguous by design. The refusal to give us an answer is his commitment to the film's ambiguity, and that gives it power.

   I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I'd rather not spend the rest of this winter tied to this fucking couch!

3. 

   

   Aliens (1986)

   James Cameron

   If Alien is the scalpel, Aliens is the pulse rifle. It's a film with bigger scale, set pieces, and action sequences, but with James Cameron at the helm it sidesteps any "sequelitis." Aliens feels like a natural progression from the slow-burn atmosphere of Alien to something more explosive and high-octane that's still, unmistakably, horror.

   Ridley Scott had already perfected the hyper-atmospheric slow-burn horror in space, and rather than stay the course, Cameron shifted the tone. His film is faster-paced and kinetic; the creatures are mowed down in droves, acid blood painting the walls under a hail of bullets from highly trained marines, a far cry from the unarmed crew of the Nostromo. The change of pace is genuinely fresh.

   But Cameron never lets you forget it's horror. When Ripley and company land on the colony on LV-426, no one knows what to expect. There are no signs of life, the motion sensors hum with no blips. No response on communications. The marines march slowly inward, and the signs are there, signs of a struggle, holes in the floor that appear melted away. It's an extremely tense part of the film, and, subverting expectations, nothing happens, and they set up shop inside. No jump scares or xenomorphs. Not yet.

   Ripley undergoes a transformation in this film. The only survivor of the Nostromo, haunted by her encounter with the xenomorph, she doesn't allow that trauma to stop her from doing what she feels is right. She's the reluctant hero, and the surrogate-mother bond with Newt further reinforces her nurturing side, while simultaneously her fierce motherly love manifests as ironclad resolve to protect "by any means necessary." Ripley is the beating heart of the movie, and carries an unmatched presence.

   Aliens is the counterpoint to Alien; pedal to the metal, but with the quality, polish, and originality you'd expect from Cameron. The last third is an adrenaline-laced ride, with arguably the best ending of any Alien film.

   Get away from her, you bitch!

4. 

   

   The Exorcist (1973)

   William Friedkin

   This is the film that scared me the most, and likely because I watched it as a young teen (thanks parents). It's surprising to me: when I talk to friends and acquaintances who've seen it, they always mock the projectile vomit, the upside-down crab walk. I can't relate. When I saw it, it terrified me to my core, because it felt so plausible. It really surprises me that our experiences could be so different. Everyone talks about the faith crisis, or laughs at the pea soup. For me it was neither.

   I felt worried about possession after the credits rolled. The idea that the Devil could invade and take over a body without permission frightened me relentlessly. I would lie in bed at night and worry about the Devil possessing me. I felt powerless. Do I laugh in the face of the Devil to avoid possession because he can only prey on those who fear him? Or would that piss him off and compel him to possess? Maybe I should just not worry and remind myself it's not real. But then the Devil would feel I don't respect him, and he'd possess me. I wrangled with these thoughts. Silly now, sure. But at the time, it scared me. Lose-lose.

   The Exorcist gave me my first real idea of what possession was. Dramatized, no doubt, but it instilled a genuine horror: an entity entering your body, the person powerless to stop it. Friedkin's documentary realism gave the film a startling authenticity. The clinical, matter-of-fact first hour, those genuinely unbearable medical-test scenes (the angiogram, the spinal tap), the naturalistic slow build sobered me. When the supernatural arrives it carries the weight of the real, and that grounding is exactly what made an impossible thing feel like it could happen to me.

   Have you ever heard of exorcism?

5. 

   

   The Descent (2005)

   Neil Marshall

   I think of the Descent as one of the modern greats of horror. It's a lean, well-directed, frightening experience that is relentless in its fear delivery mechanisms. I say lean because writer-director Neil Marshall doesn't waste any screen time in telling his story, and every shot and scene has a purpose in the story. Some films have a stretch or two that you have to "get through" on repeat views; not here. Because of this, it has incredible rewatchability value.

   In addition to tight direction from Marshall, the fear this film evokes is palpable. It takes place in an undocumented cave system in the Appalachians where our cast goes spelunking; if you're slightly claustrophobic, I'm not sure I'd recommend this to you. Think Nutty Putty cave levels of anxiety. What elevates the film is that the claustrophobia and paranoia are only one half of Marshall's terrifying formula. Just know, later, the dark doesn't stay empty, and it's executed well as a creature-feature; the film takes a turn from anxiety-induced claustrophobia to adrenaline-fueled nightmare. The film is all gas and no brakes at the midpoint.

   What's interesting to me is the all-female cast, which is extremely rare. I can't think of any other films personally (someone will correct me). I liked the all-female cast, simply because it's done well. It's not an all-female cast just for the sake of it. The women are well-written characters who are likeable and realistic, not written as placeholders whose main purpose was to provide a grisly and shocking death. Their decisions and interactions are natural and don't feel forced in any way.

   I've probably seen The Descent at least 4 times since it came out in 2005. Every single time I've enjoyed it, despite how terrifying the movie is; not many movies can deliver at this level.

   I'm an English teacher, not fucking Tomb Raider.

6. Talk to Me (2022)

   Danny & Michael Philippou

   Talk to Me is such a well-crafted horror film, you'd think it was helmed by a seasoned and prolific director. On the contrary, it's the first feature from brothers Michael and Danny Philippou. The Australian duo started out on their own YouTube channel, RackaRacka, which was the catalyst for moving into filmmaking.

   A strong allegory runs through the film: the embalmed hand represents a drug. The teens convene excitedly for a house party, everyone gathered around gleefully, most holding cell phones as the kids take turns uttering "I let you in." They clamor to go next, desperate for the euphoria of being possessed, like a huddle of potheads passing around a joint. The rule is simple, no more than 90 seconds, or the spirit may not leave; use a drug too long and you may never truly shake the addiction. In the end the selfish actions of the children have destructive effects, like any drug habit, families and friends left devastated and relationships ruined.

   This drug parallel leads Mia (portrayed masterfully by Sophie Wilde) down a dark path. The repeated possessions give way to a spirit that latches onto Mia's grief over her dead mother. It begins to torment her, appearing to wear her mother's face; grief makes Mia want to believe it's really her mom, and the entity uses this to manipulate her, distorting her sense of reality. This is part of how the Philippou brothers generate fear.

   The entity preying on Mia's grief generates an anxiety you feel in every scene. It's like a guitar string tightened slowly, and that mounting dread synergizes with the film's horrific visuals. The possession scenes are harrowing, especially the spirits themselves, portrayed grotesquely through makeup and practical effects that accomplish more than CGI could.

   Talk to Me is the experiment that proves creativity and talent can have blue-collar, humble beginnings. The writing and direction are far beyond what a first feature should be capable of. It's a smart film that rewards reading between the lines while still doing exactly what it sets out to do: create scary moments that stick with you long after the credits roll.

   As soon as she lets it in, it cannot go for more than 90 seconds. Am I clear?

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