This film changed the rules. It flipped the script on what modern horror can be. It’s really difficult to talk about The Cabin in the Woods without involving spoilers, but in reality, this came out in 2012 so you have no excuses. Written and produced by Joss Whedon, The Cabin in the Woods plays with expectations and subverts the norm like some sort of meta Chinese puzzle box of horror.
If you’re anything like me you like to think that you’re cleverer than all the filmmakers out there, that you can see what’s going on and guess what’s going to happen before it happens. And if you’re anything like me, The Cabin in the Woods will have pulled out the rug from underneath you, rolled you up in said fancy rug, bundled you up into the boot of some car and taken you off to a place where you have absolutely no idea where idea you are. This film disorientates your body like a transatlantic flight.
And then when your brain is in full sleepy-at-3-in-the-afternoon mode you’re blindsided by all this plasma, bone marrow, zombie rednecks and more red stuff than a massacre at a Weasley wedding.
Plus, it’s also funny, which is a thing most horror movies these days struggle with.