^ Sweet illustration.
I've always preferred psychological or metaphysical horror films to out-and-out gorefests. Sure, gorefests can be fun when they're well done but gore (in films) remains corn syrup, red dye, silicone, and latex foam. As such, not very haunting. Maybe my suspension of disbelief was permanently handicapped when I became obsessed as a young Blurt with the SFX industry and the burgeoning careers of its pioneers (Savini, Bottin, and other such Tippetts).
A film like Paperhouse, to me, is more chilling than Cannibal Holocaust. And The Lighthouse and Annihilation provoke more dread than any fantasy serial killer smorgasbord.
Neither am I a fan of torture porn. This being said, I think both Saw and Hostel were gripping flicks. Martyrs still takes the cake, though. Even to this day.
As an atheist with a definite rational bent, supernatural horror leaves me indifferent. I say, more power to all the demon-possessed little girls who enjoy projectile vomiting and gobbing up a cleric's face with green goo.
I enjoy science fiction films more than horror films, so it's not entirely surprising that some of my fave genre films blend aspects of both. I had high hopes for Life, but that flick is so execrably predictable I must say I can't wish death upon Life strongly enough.
A Quiet Place and its sequel are fair examples of good science fiction horror films.
All of the above holds true for my favourite video games, too--Doom and Dead Space being two excellent examples (and I have high hopes for The Callisto Protocol).
As someone who came of age in the Age of the Early Cronenberg, I still have a weakness for body horror cinema. Seeing that prick, up there on the big screen, slide out of Marilyn Chambers's armpit to impale another unwitting Lothario in Rabid left its mark, so to speak.
There aren't that many great science fiction films being made lately and even fewer notable horror films.
Oh, well. There's always books.