V H S 85 2023 Apr 2026

V/H/S/85 (2023) is not a fun haunted house ride. It’s a slow, cold crawl through a dead medium, asking uncomfortable questions: What if the past wasn’t simpler? What if it was just better at hiding its horrors? And what happens when we rewind the tape, only to find something rewinds back?

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. V H S 85 2023

The genius of V/H/S/85 is its understanding of the year itself. 1985 was a hinge point: Reagan-era optimism colliding with the Satanic Panic, the rise of home video (and the “video nasty” moral crusade), and the creeping awareness that technology could betray you. The characters in these segments are not jaded; they trust the camera. They believe recording something makes it real, containable, evidence. The film’s ultimate cruelty is showing that the camera does not protect you. It simply ensures someone will watch you die. Later. In a basement. On a cracked 19-inch screen. V/H/S/85 (2023) is not a fun haunted house ride

The final wraparound reveal—that every tape we’ve watched was a snuff collection belonging to the documentary’s “scientist,” who has been broadcasting his “research” into empty airwaves—lands with a quiet, sickening thud. There is no final girl. No police raid. Just the hum of a VCR in an empty room, waiting for the next viewer. And what happens when we rewind the tape,

Standout segment “God of the Gaps” (Derrickson) reimagines a church youth-group retreat gone wrong, not through demonic possession, but through a technologically transmitted “miracle” that broadcasts a deity’s painful, silent scream directly into the brains of anyone near a cathode-ray tube. It’s a brilliant metaphor: in 1985, God wasn’t dead—He was trapped in the static between channels.

★★★★½ (4.5/5) Best watched with the lights off and your hand hovering over the eject button.

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.