Ice Cream Man

Few horror premises need less explanation than this one: a picture-perfect summer town, a familiar chime coming down the street, and treats that do something very wrong to the children who eat them. Running a tight eighty-six minutes, the film mines the uncanny edge of a suburban ritual everyone recognizes, and the tone stays playful, mean and grinning throughout rather than reaching for solemn dread.

Perfect for horror fans who like their scares seasonal and a little silly, and for anyone with a soft spot for small-town nightmares where the threat arrives in broad daylight. Expect a fast, unfussy pace, gruesome inventiveness and rather more dark comedy than terror. It is not built to unsettle you for a week; it is built to be enjoyed loudly, ideally with a crowd and something sweet within arm's reach. An easy call for a summer-night double feature.