Fleeing an abusive relationship, Portland restaurateur Kate (Beth Dover) jumps states and lifestyles, volunteering for a three-month stint as a fire tower lookout in the forests of Idaho.

Like a certain big-city, alcoholic writer transplanting the fam to overlook an empty Colorado hotel for the winter, Kate is out of her element, but insistent the silence is what she needs. Until the silence gets the best of her and brings out the worst in her. As a retired doctor in town (Dylan Baker, Trick ’r Treat) warns, “There’s no peace in nature.”

That one line serves as Outpost’s thesis, which writer/director Joe Lo Truglio sees through to its end. Yes, Joe Lo Truglio, the bug-eyed goofball of TV’s The State and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. As his fellow comedians have proved in recent years, from Jordan Peele’s Get Out to Zach Creggar’s Barbarian, funny guys have a knack for cracking the code of horror. I don’t know how or why they do, but to work, both those genres require perfect timing. Lo Truglio proves he has that.

Visually confident and with excellent support from Blood Diamond’s Ato Essandoh and My Friend Dahmer’s Dallas Roberts as Kate’s fellow rangers, Outpost is a pleasantly unpleasant surprise. Even for the desensitized, some scenes of terror land with the force of an ax. Although its ultimate destination is preordained (thanks in large part to its marketing), some of the turns it takes can shock.

Lo Truglio casting his wife in the lead role may have been a budgetary necessity, but Dover more than earns the showcase. Her name unknown to me until now (I never watched Orange Is the New Black), she qualifies as a revelation as Kate, a complicated character who’s believable even when she’s not all that likable. Their movie sure as hell is. —Rod Lott

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Desperate for inspiration after a flop, manga creator Jung Ji Woo (Sung Joon, The Villainess) visits Gwang Lim Mansion, a supposedly cursed apartment building. Some people, like writer/director Jo Ba-reun, might call this a Ghost Mansion. (It’s also known as The Grotesque Mansion and, yawn, The Night Shift.)

As the caretaker shares, the place was an orphanage, until the day all the kids perished in a fire. Even since, the rooms are home to strange occurrences, five of which constitute this solid South Korean horror anthology.

For example, a novelist finds his creative juices sucked dry by the distraction of ghost kids and their damn, dirty, discarded tennis shoes. A pharmacist using the place for trysts with her boyfriend learns she’s dating the wrong man — as in, definitely married and possibly a murderer. And a heist is planned on a cult’s rumored safe.

Ghost Mansion’s most successful tales stand tall, back to back and right in the middle. In one, a lonely real estate agent lives with his sex doll and, this being K-horror, a hair-clogged sink. Immediately following, a student back from abroad crashes with a childhood friend with pustules all over his face and mold wallpapering the place. Junji Ito would be proud.

Each neatly compact, the stories don’t wear out their welcome. Even those steeped in Korean folklore and traditions translate with no problem. Rarer, the framing device comes fully formed and built with cleverly curated bits of overlap.

Oh, yeah: Several parts are authentically freaky, too. —Rod Lott

After having aliens invade his native Ireland in 2012’s Grabbers, director Jon Wright returns to wreak havoc on the Emerald Isle — this time with goblins — for Unwelcome.

Expectant parents Maya (Hannah John-Kamen, Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City) and Jamie (Douglas Booth, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies) leave crime-ridden London behind when he inherits a lovely rural Irish cottage upon his aunt’s passing. So what if she believed she shared her property with “leprechauns”?

Being told of the old lady’s Gremlins-style rule of leaving vittles for the creatures at night, every night, without fail, Jamie and Maya humor it. But they don’t follow it, which is when they find out what a mistake that is. Call it Don’t Be Afraid of the Feckin’ Dark.

These trolls, gnomes, whichever term you prefer — “redcaps,” per Wright and Mark Stay’s script — are why you’d want to visit Unwelcome. It’s only natural they be kept in the shadows to build suspense; however, they are hidden for so long, the whole second act is a slog. Only in the last half hour does the movie kick into proper gear, with lotsa hot redcap action. Via the magic of forced perspective, the film uses actors to portray the pint-sized creatures, kicking CGI to the curb and helping the threat seem more real.

While the prevalence of goldenrod grows drab, the outdoor sets bring a touch of visual marvel in an otherwise average picture. They’re built with purposeful artifice to resemble a children’s storybook come to life. This is no fairy tale, however, as I’m unaware of even the Brothers Grimm attempting something so brazen as a redcap taking a big whiff of Maya’s, er, motherhood. The final scene is bonkers … and protracted, as Unwelcome, like a drunk dinner guest, has no idea when to take a bow and exit. —Rod Lott

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With its real-life basis and meddling by paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren, The Haunted could be viewed as The Conjuring prequel you’ve never seen, albeit made for TV. In this case, Pennsylvania’s homely Smurl family.

Janet (Sally Kirkland, Two Evil Eyes) and Jack (Jeffrey DeMunn, The Mist) find their Catholic lives shattered by the presence of satanic specters in their quaint, gaudy home. What are these troublemaking apparitions? What do they want? And will they go away?

Actually, the biggest mystery here is what is Kirkland doing in a movie where she doesn’t ditch the blouse? She’s oft apt to tear the threads from her body as if her brassiere’s filled with chiggers. The only vice this comparably respectable film affords her is chain smoking.

The Smurls’ evil forces are harmless at first: yanking off sheets, shaking religious trinkets on the cabinet, touching Janet’s thigh in the middle of the night, trying to kill the youngest daughter with a light fixture. But then they grow mighty furious, levitating Janet 6 feet off the ground and hurling her from one wall to another. In The Haunted’s cheesiest moment, the spirits take the shape of a semi-voluptuous woman who tries to rape Jack as her face switches from cutie-pie to demon.

Calling in various men of God to perform an exorcism, the Smurls grow desperate enough to hire the Warrens (played by Diane Baker and Stephen Markle of, respectively, The Silence of the Lambs and 1985’s Invasion U.S.A.). This time, the ghosts manifest themselves as a couple of Amish chicks.

Laughably cheap-looking and apparently lensed in the dreariest sections of Canada by F/X director Robert Mandel, The Haunted strives for the sophisticated frights of Poltergeist, but isn’t nearly as frightening as Kirkland’s quick slide into erotic thriller-dom. Six years after Fox aired this, in an episode of the Showtime anthology series The Hunger, she merged the genres by Smurling a super-handsy ghost. —Rod Lott

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At what point did “massacre” start to denote self-aware slasher parodies and homages rather than slashers themselves? In this site’s lifetime, we’ve seen such instances as Camp Massacre, The Puppet Monster Massacre and even Sharkansas Women’s Prison Massacre. Lone Star-set sequels notwithstanding, the word’s heyday of chainsaws and meat cleavers is over; once you’ve hit Pillow Party Massacre, all power is lost.

Ironically, Pillow Party-er writer/director Calvin Morie McCarthy raises the point without fully realizing his movie is part of the problem. That’s not to say your 87 minutes will be wasted, but this Massacre could stand more clarity in its aims; often, it’s difficult to tell on which side McCarthy stands: silliness or slaughter. I’m voting the latter because while the film is full of gore, I laughed just once: “No, we grew up and developed real drug habits,” says Chynna Rae Shurts (Exorcism in Utero), refusing a spliff.

With the killer’s identity even more obvious than the title is alliterative, four female college students rent a lake house for a weekend in the woods. (Well, technically five girls, but the one who arrives first is stabbed through the eye immediately after a side-boob shower.) Two years have passed since they played a cruel prank on a high school classmate who then was institutionalized, and only the mean girls’ leader (Laura Welsh, Christmas Freak) feels any remorse.

Will that work in her favor when a patient breaks out of the nearby psychiatric hospital? Only the homicidal maniac in a black robe and Death Note-esque mask knows for sure!

None of Pillow Party Massacre is not by-the-numbers. Its slow stride needs some pep, but McCarthy succeeds where deliberate viewers most likely will want him to: pulling off the death scenes. Or maybe that’s second on their list after nudity. In case you’re curious, Pillow Party contains a pillow fight (although by happenstance), presented in a music-scored montage. Why, yes, fistfuls of down feathers do fall in slow motion — how’d you know? —Rod Lott

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