Editorials
Looking Back at the Grounded Apocalyptic Terror of ‘Black Death’
Christopher Smith might just be one of the most underrated genre filmmakers still working today. From his 2004 urban slasher debut Creep to the fan-favorite mind-bending thriller Triangle (and even the criminally underseen Severance), the director has long established himself as one of the most consistently entertaining voices in the genre.
That’s why it’s so strange that Smith is rarely brought up during discussions about the most influential genre creators of the 2000s, especially now that indie horror with high-concept twists has become more popular among mainstream audiences. I found myself thinking about Smith’s tragic lack of recognition after revisiting what I believe to be his most underrated project, 2010’s historical horror-thriller Black Death.
I’d actually argue that this bleak little film is even more effective now than it was over a decade and a half ago, as its grimy mid-budget thrills are hard to come by in an industry now dominated by hastily produced streaming content. That’s why I’d like to invite my fellow horror fans to accompany me as we explore the flick’s production and how Smith turned it into a somber period piece from hell.
The film that would eventually become Black Death started out as a very different project meant to be produced in the UK and helmed by prolific TV director Geoffrey Sax. Written by Dario Poloni (who had previously penned MJ Bassett’s surprisingly entertaining survival flick Wilderness), this initial version of the story was far more supernaturally inclined, with the second half resembling a more traditional folk horror story than a grounded take on what living through the bubonic plague would actually have been like.

This would change once Smith took over the project and the shoot was rescheduled to take place in Germany, with the Berlin-based Egoli Tossell Films taking over production. Smith went on to rewrite large chunks of the script in order to change the story into something less literal after researching the nuances of the time period. Fascinated by the fundamentalist beliefs of the era, the director began to imagine what a period-accurate conflict between a knight and a necromancer might look like, with this idea leading Smith to the realization that the real terrors of the plague would only be diluted with the addition of familiar paranormal tropes and medieval wizardry.
Though Sean Bean was attached to the film from the very beginning (with his interest in the project helping the team to acquire funding), this updated take on the story would end up replacing established co-stars like Famke Janssen and Lena Headey due to budgetary issues when it became clear that the movie was headed in a darker and less easily-marketable direction. The flick was also one of Eddie Redmayne’s first forays into genre film, with the young actor undergoing an extensive research process in order to bring his medieval monk to life.
Black Death ended up sharing quite a few cast and crew members with the then-concurrent Game of Thrones TV adaptation. However, the on-location shoot in Blankenburg and Querfurt ended up making the movie feel like an appropriately grounded production in comparison, despite both stories featuring plenty of dark subversions of what audiences typically expect from sword and sorcery.

In the finished film, we follow Redmayne as the novice monk Osmund as he agrees to guide a dangerous mission led by the devout knight Ulric (Sean Bean). Ulric and his band of fellow warriors have been urged by the local bishop to investigate rumors of a remote village said to be protected from the devastating effects of the plague by the actions of a necromancer. During his travels with the group, Osmund has his faith tested as he slowly comes to terms with the true extent of the plague’s damage on both men’s bodies and their desperate souls.
The first time I watched Black Death was in the company of an uncle who had rented the movie expecting something more in line with the action-horror thrillers of the 2000s (such as Van Helsing and Constantine). Naturally, he was disappointed with how the film turned out to be an atmospheric character study where the spiritual implications of disease and religious conflict are far more dangerous than spell-slinging warlocks. I think a lot of folks felt that way back in the day, especially since Sean Bean’s casting may have unintentionally suggested some form of thematic connection between this film and epic fantasy narratives like The Lord of the Rings (or even the aforementioned Game of Thrones series).
In reality, Black Death is an unrepentant horror film where even the brief action set-pieces are shot in a way that’s meant to disturb viewers, not entertain them. From disgusting, practical gore effects to the morally complex nature of every single character, it’s clear that there are no obvious heroes or villains here. Hell, even the pagan “antagonists” are merely perpetuating the cycle of violence begun by the Christians who persecuted them in the first place – an idea explored to the extreme in the film’s divisive epilogue.
Black Death may not be as polished or historically accurate as a Robert Eggers endeavor, featuring common tropes and myths like witch-burnings and anachronistic armor/weapons, but it certainly nails the apocalyptic atmosphere of a period that must have really felt like the end of the world. This oppressive ambience is only enhanced by moody cinematography that takes full advantage of on-location shooting in ways that we rarely see in contemporary productions.

It’s also impossible not to think of COVID when characters express irrational paranoia about the infection, and the gruesome imagery involving diseased bodies and mass graves brings to mind just how vulnerable we are as a species – an idea that makes the characters’ callous acts of intolerance that much more terrifying.
While the film’s story is a bit heavy-handed in its symbolism and presentation, the mere fact that it respects the audience’s intelligence enough to allow us to decide for ourselves who (if anyone) was in the right more than makes up for any narrative blunders like cheesy dialogue and unnecessary narration. Even then, the cast appears to take their characters so seriously (just look at Eddie Redmayne’s silent transformation from naïve young man to jaded zealot) that you’ll rarely be taken out of the experience by iffy dialogue.
That’s why I think Black Death would have been more successful if it had been released a few years later. Modern audiences are more used to somber period pieces in the vein of The VVitch, and the movie’s understated terror would likely have been better appreciated in a cinematic landscape where horror is taken a little more seriously. That’s why I still recommend this one to fans of historical horror, so long as you go in expecting slow-burning tension and horrific moral dilemmas rather than zombies and epic duels.
Black Death is currently available to stream on Disney+, Hulu, Pluto TV, and Tubi.
Books
The 10 Best Horror Books of 2026 (So Far)
There’s a lot of reading left to do in 2026, between the glut of summer releases and the approach of fall, when horror titles get a special push from publishers, but this has already been an incredible year for horror literature.
Some of the biggest names in the genre have turned in outstanding work, rising stars have made their mark, and we’re only halfway through the year.
To celebrate the midway point of 2026, with plenty of horror books still to come, we’re taking a look back at the best horror books we’ve read this year so far, listed alphabetically by author.
If you missed any of these books earlier in the year, consider this your reminder to catch up.
Japanese Gothic by Kylie Lee Baker

A student running from a crime he may or may not have committed escapes to his father’s country home in Japan, only to find himself haunted by strange apparitions, while in the past, a young samurai tries to find salvation for her family and finds a door to the future instead. Kylie Lee Baker’s Japanese Gothic begins with this dialogue between past and present, and then blossoms into so much more, a cross-time ghost story about old wounds and what it really takes to finally heal them. I got so happily lost in this one that I would have read at least 200 more pages.
Persona by Aoife Josie Clements

In this tale of shut-ins, sex workers, artists, and the horrors they both summon and recoil from, Aoife Josie Clements weaves something that feels less like a story to be experienced and more like a psychic wound to be endured, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. Evocative in its prose and nightmarish in its imagery, Persona is a story of the masks we wear, and the understanding that not all of our masks are particularly pretty or even easy to breathe through. It’s a dense, literary, unnervingly vicious book, and while it’s already attracted an audience, it deserves a much bigger one.
Dead First by Johnny Compton

Johnny Compton’s latest novel opens with a throwing down of the gauntlet, a sequence that made me instantly think “How on Earth is he going to top this?” It’s a story that begins with a billionaire hiring a private investigator to determine why, despite trying in many brutal ways, he cannot die. That premise, and the scene which sets it all off, is so alluring and delightfully gruesome that you almost can’t believe it’s the way a book begins, and then Compton just keeps going, delivering a supernatural mystery that I could not put down.
Make Me Better by Sarah Gailey

A woman grieving for the life she wanted visits a mysterious island renowned for the healing salt its residents harvest and sell, seeking renewal and relief. What she finds instead is a strange cult with a twisted history with surprising resonance in her own life, and a people who are more than willing to grant the relief she wants, for a price. Laced with beautiful prose and moments of profound realization alongside folk and even cosmic horror, this is vintage Sarah Gailey.
Partially Devoured by Daniel Kraus

If you love horror film history and analysis, Partially Devoured is an essential. Written by Pulitzer Prize-winner Daniel Kraus, the book is a deep dive into his favorite movie of all time, George A. Romero‘s Night of the Living Dead, complete with exhaustive research into the making of the film and passages of deeply moving memoir woven in. If you’ve ever wanted to know what the eerie music that opens the film is called while also bursting into tears at how horror movies can save your life, this is a must-read.
Wretch by Eric LaRocca

Our reigning King of Extreme Horror, Eric LaRocca weaves books of uncommon beauty out of the most nightmarish parts of humanity, and Wretch is no exception. The story of a grieving man who longs for relief and searches for it amid a strange support group that might be a cult, Wretch is a brutal journey into the darkest part of us all, and explores what salvation we might find when we get to the rotten core of the world and peel back its layers. LaRocca’s on a tear of great work right now that few other genre writers can match.
Headlights by CJ Leede

A mystery, a serial killer horror show, a tribute to Stephen King‘s The Shining. All of these things describe CJ Leede’s Headlights, and yet they don’t begin to cover the full breadth of horror awaiting you in this novel. The story of a former FBI agent drawn back into the cold case that haunts him most, it’s a shocker brimming over with vivid moments that’ll live behind your eyes. CJ Leede has now published three novels, and they’re all bangers, so it’s time to get on board if you haven’t already.
It Came From Neverland by Cynthia Pelayo

Cynthia Pelayo has been one of our finest genre writers for years now, but It Came From Neverland is my favorite thing she’s written, and it’s not even close. A dark take on Peter Pan from the perspective of an adult Wendy Darling living in World War I-era London, Pelayo’s book works as both a satisfying horror narrative and a rich exploration of what it really means to never grow up. The horror never loses its potency, but it’s the search for the meaning behind the Peter Pan phenomenon in our own lives, and what we can do about it, that sticks with me most.
Filth Eaters by Ito Romo

Ito Romo’s Filth Eaters is a slim volume, one you can read in just a couple of hours if you’ve got the inclination, but it has the feel of a generation-spanning epic. The story of a breed of vampires born in Central America, the European vampires who encounter them, and the offspring they eventually produced, it spans centuries and packs loads of juicy lore into its pages while never losing its grip on character and narrative drive. I would read hundreds more pages of this world, but I’ll settle for this uncommonly grand-scale novella for now.
Dead But Dreaming of Electric Sheep by Paul Tremblay

A former pro gamer gets a job at a tech company to pilot a brain-dead human body across the country, and so Paul Tremblay’s sci-fi-horror juggernaut begins. Indebted to Philip K. Dick, the primal snarl of Harlan Ellison, and the quirky comedy of The Big Lebowski, and yet wholly original, this is a towering and ambitious novel by one of horror’s most respected voices. What starts as a high-concept tech thriller soon becomes a startling meditation on the value of stories, who gets to tell them, and what happens when we cede too much control to machines we don’t understand. It’s a stunner.
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