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.
And it is terrifying.
Where previous entries leaned into camp or nostalgia, 85 weaponizes the very limitations of its format. The year is, of course, 1985—the peak of the home camcorder boom, when families recorded birthdays and serial killers recorded basements. Director David Bruckner (returning to the franchise he helped launch with 2012’s Amateur Night ) and his cohort of filmmakers—Scott Derrickson, Gigi Saul Guerrero, Natasha Kermani, and Mike P. Nelson—treat the VHS artifact not as a gimmick but as a ghost. The tracking errors, the blown-out highlights, the haunting moment when the tape runs out and snow fills the screen: all of it becomes a language of dread. 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. But the crown jewel is Guerrero’s “They’re in