Last year Sundance debuted The Babadook, one of the sharpest horror films in some time.
He pretty much delivered Hollywood the gauntlet in a cardboard box with Seven, a razor-sharp horror thriller featuring Brad Pitt and a cat-and-mouse detective tale of biblical proportions.
The question is a small one, to be sure: a minor irritation, a wee gnat compared to such red-clawed, sharp-toothed horrors as the health-care mess and the budget deficit, to say nothing of Iraq and Lebanon.
This has understandably made director Jonathan Levine's film something of a cult item among genre aficionados, with the obvious danger of the movie being built up into something more than the sharp but modest horror thriller that it is.
As the US academic Amanda Howell has pointed out, Buffy spoke to this flux because it was a series with an "almost obsessional reflexivity" towards gender roles in rock and pop culture, celebrating and critiquing teen rock tropes with a stake-sharp combination of horror, humour, action, romance and irony.
The sharp edges of the horror have softened with time.
As usual, it's a sharp mix of gruesome horror, black comedy and serial killer fandom.
Drenge's tightly controlled grunge ire is a sharp contrast to The Horrors, who are blissfully chilled out these days.
In his lively prose and sharp analysis revealing the horrors wrought by "the curse of oil in Africa", Peel's contempt for the authorities who brought about this sorry state of affairs is matched by a genuine affection for the country and its inhabitants.
The horror of the sharp plastic edges is a problem all in itself.
The most recent horror is the sharp rise in executions since the June presidential elections.
