I love holiday horror films. To me, they demonstrate the genre's ongoing commitment to ruining even the happiest of occasions with visions of nightmarish terror. There was a time when Halloween was the only holiday associated with evil and darkness and that set it apart as the isolated capsule of fear. But then, one by one, the other, more joyful, holidays became targets for horror interpretations. It's gotten to the point that no festive celebration is without its own signature slasher or identifiable bloodbath.

With that in mind, I started a little project to chart these holiday horror films throughout the calendar year. Last month we rocked bloody hard with the triumphantly campy New Year's Evil. This month, more to the point today, we find ourselves locked in the inescapable embrace of cupid. But before you rush out to buy that special someone a cheap, material validation of your love, treat yourself to the heart-warming romance of My Bloody Valentine.
categories Reviews, Horror