Sleepwalkers

Sleepwalkers ★★★½

Easily ranks in the pantheon of horniest horror films and contains a narrative structure that actually feels like one of King’s novels, where we just jump from POV to POV of different characters, until we settle on one main protagonist: a cat named Clovis, out to avenge his dead policeman partner after he was savagely murdered by the titular incestuous feline monsters. The fact that this batshit meld of ‘90s erotic thriller smokeshow (Madchen Amick FTW), King creature feature, and tongue-in-cheek Sirkian melodrama even exists at all should be studied and celebrated until the end of time itself.