During the 00s, watching a horror movie at your local multiplex was (to paraphrase Julian Rathbone) like wading through a stew with not much meat and occasional pieces of gristle. You kept the faith, soldiering on through movies like Valentine and Halloween: Resurrection, and what was your reward? A remake of Friday The 13th. Thanks, Michael Bay. Which is not to say the decade was a complete washout at the box office: no world containing The Others, Eden Lake and Trick R Treat is worthy of anybodys despair. Its just a shame that audiences seemed to prefer franchise movies. Then as now, you were better off ignoring the multiplex and focusing your attention on the festival circuit, which had it all: depraved foreign oddities, independently-made gorefests and movies so disturbing that youd never see them playing against a PG-13 reboot of The Stepfather. These were the kinds of films youd read about in Fangoria and wait for on DVD, knowing that they would arrive with zero fanfare or, worse, be remade by Dimension Films. They were films whose disregard for narrative conventions and mass appeal were enough to give a major Hollywood studio cold feet. Films like the following, in fact.