If you’re into violence and gore, well good, but stop namedropping lame-ass remakes of the new wave of French horror films. That’s like passing yourself off as Casanova when your only frame of reference is intentionally and repeatedly walking in on your sister in the shower. Even if the concept of French cinema seems sort of snooty and a bit gay, once you’ve been raked by these movies you’ll go, “Hey, I guess I do enjoy a creepy haircut scene in a foreign language.”










