Event Horizon (1997)

Hey, you got horror in my sci-fi! No, you got sci-fi in my horror! Wait, they taste great together! Paul W.S. Anderson's hybrid Event Horizon (1997) takes the best of both worlds to create an out-of-this-world experience of creepy, futuristic terror. Seven years ago the Event Horizon, a ship designed by Dr. Billy Weir (Sam Neill) disappeared into a black hole it's gravity device created, it mysteriously reappears and Weir joins the rescue crew hoping to see if anyone of the Horizon crew managed to survive. They didn't since, in case the distress signal being creepy shrieks and Latin phrases weren't enough of a clue, it ends up that black hole lead to Hell, and our unlucky rescuers are about to come face to face with the Devil! But this isn't a pitchforked, horned version of Lucifer. It's a mysterious entity who possesses their minds and forces them to come face to face with the worst version of their worst nightmares. For Weir, that means forever reliving a horrible past in which his partner, Holley Chant, kills herself in the tub by slitting her wrist. Our wrist hurt after watching it too, since before she does the slicing, we get to see her stellar suck sacks as she lies naked in the water. It stinks to be cursed by a demon, buy his worst nightmare did let us spill all sorts of semen! A plus in modern sci-fi is the loss of those bulky costumes that used to restrict the crew. Now Kathleen Quinlan and Joely Richardson get to run around deep space in sports bras and tight hot pants. Oh, the future looks bright. A cult classic that every serious sci-fi fan seems to be in love with, the women are hot as Hell in Event Horizon!