We take our chills when we can get them in the summer months: snow cones, the air-conditioned confines of we-don’t-even-care-where, and blood-curdling moments on the big screen. I’ll argue that the spate of summer slasher pics don’t quite accomplish that, though — nobody feels cool after 90 minutes of anxiety-feeding gore and gotcha moments. What’s missing from the multiplex is a disquieting cold that has nothing to do with a cranked-up AC, and nobody was the master... More >>>