Murder Me, Monster (2019)

Murder Me, Monster is the kind of horror-thriller that doesn’t just want to scare you—it wants to hypnotize you, drawing you into a feverish rural nightmare where dread hangs in the air like weather. Alejandro Fadel turns a seemingly straightforward police investigation into something stranger and more poetic, blending monster-myth, mystery, and psychological unease until you’re never quite sure whether you’re chasing a creature or a state of mind. It’s bracingly original and genuinely unsettling, with shocks that land because the film commits so fully to its delirious, thought-provoking mood. Fair warning: the violence, nudity, and intensity are severe, and its art-house sensibility won’t be for everyone—but if you like horror that feels like a dark dream you can’t shake, this one is hard to forget.

Murder Me, Monster is trying to mash up rural noir, body-horror, and mythic folklore into a fever-dream about guilt and obsession, and you can feel Alejandro Fadel aiming for something unsettling and artful rather than neatly explained. The problem is it often plays less like a mystery and more like a deliberately muddled haze, where scenes drift, motivations blur, and the “monster” angle can feel like an excuse for baffling storytelling instead of a payoff. Add the severe sex/nudity and heavy gore, and it’s the kind of film that can feel punishing if you’re not already on board with slow, opaque, arthouse horror. If you like grim atmosphere and don’t mind leaving with more questions than answers, there’s some nasty intrigue here; if you want clarity, momentum, or coherent shocks, this will likely waste your time.