V H S 85 2023 -

Watch it alone. On an old TV, if you can find one. And when the tracking wavers during the quiet parts… do not adjust the picture.

But the crown jewel is Guerrero’s “They’re in the Walls” —a relentless, Spanish-language slasher set during a live televised lucha libre match. When a news crew follows a luchador home to document his “simple life,” they discover that the real monster isn’t in the ring but in the family shrine. The finale, shot entirely through a shoulder-mounted Betacam’s night-vision mode, is a strobe-lit ballet of blood and azulejo tiles. It’s the most beautiful massacre you’ll ever hate to witness. V H S 85 2023

In the sprawling, grimy graveyard of modern horror franchises, the V/H/S series has always been the strange, feral cousin—the one you don’t invite to dinner but can’t stop watching through your fingers. By 2023, the series had already time-traveled through the 1990s ( V/H/S/94 ) and the 2000s ( V/H/S/99 ). But with V/H/S/85 , the anthology didn’t just revisit a decade; it dissected its rotting heart. Watch it alone

Unlike the uneven pacing of some franchise entries, 85 builds like a concept album. The wraparound segment, “Total Copy,” presents itself as an earnest PBS-style documentary about a “new form of life” discovered in a Nicaraguan lake. But as the “expert” grows increasingly unhinged, the documentary’s slick veneer cracks to reveal a Cronenbergian body-horror nightmare—one that subtly connects every other tape in the collection. But the crown jewel is Guerrero’s “They’re in

The final wraparound reveal—that every tape we’ve watched was a snuff collection belonging to the documentary’s “scientist,” who has been broadcasting his “research” into empty airwaves—lands with a quiet, sickening thud. There is no final girl. No police raid. Just the hum of a VCR in an empty room, waiting for the next viewer.

And it is terrifying.

Standout segment “God of the Gaps” (Derrickson) reimagines a church youth-group retreat gone wrong, not through demonic possession, but through a technologically transmitted “miracle” that broadcasts a deity’s painful, silent scream directly into the brains of anyone near a cathode-ray tube. It’s a brilliant metaphor: in 1985, God wasn’t dead—He was trapped in the static between channels.