Film

Night of the Dark Full Moon

Name: Night of the Dark Full Moon
Genre: Thriller, Horror, Mystery
Released: 1972
Cast: Patrick O'Neal, James Patterson, Mary Woronov, Astrid Heeren, John Carradine

A thriller set in the shadows of a decommissioned asylum where a man uncovers gruesome crimes and discovers the town itself harbors dark secrets. Paranoid and creeping, it rewards patience with genuine unease. Made in 1972 with an unflinching eye, it's for viewers who appreciate slow-burn dread over jump scares.

TMDb rating

2.5

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