"Tonight might just be the night you finally outrun those wicked demons once and for all."

As funny as I find the whole situation in America right now, there's not a lot I can honestly say that hasn't been said angrily, thought poorly, spelled badly and delivered confidently with only the slipperiest finger-hold on reality. And that's just the stuff on your new president's top advisor's Web site.

It's still up for grabs whether the last minute panic about Hillary's e-mails had any thing to do with her losing any more than, say, calling half the country deplorable, but I still wish she'd come clean about all the dirty  messages she's been sending me. They're not as dirty as Mike Pence's, so I think people might understand.

And the way you've been treating each other! I honestly couldn't be prouder of you, but you don't click on this blog for adulation. You click on this blog to find out where they're hiding the good horror movies online, and you're looking for good horror movies because you want some harmless thrills that make the truly scary shit people say on social media seem timid.

I don't know if anything can compete with the horror of Americans trying to interact with each other on social media right now, but I found a movie I liked.

This week's Thursday Thriller is Southbound.

This 2015 film is an anthology, of sorts, five stories connected by one thing, a desert highway with no name and no number. It starts with two men, Mitch and Jack, both covered in blood trying to escape their recent past. They pull off at a gas station to use the bathroom and fill up the truck, and get back on the highway. After hours of driving, they find themselves back at the gas station. It then occurs to them that a flying skeleton with no facial features was been following them, and it's really weird because how does it fly when there's no skin on its wing bones? It kills Jack and Mitch checks into a motel where his daughter keeps screaming for him but he can't find her.

After that you're off to the races -- Dana Gould plays an occult priest in one segment, a guy trying to help a girl he ran over with his car gets tormented by 911 operators, there's some strange business about making sure the door of the bar is latched shut. This movie is a hell-ride. The interweaving stories are cool, but I felt like the movie lacked something to tie it all together and make you say, "Oh, that's what the fuck was going on!" if that sort of thing is important to you. I could take it or leave it.

So I'll take Southbound. You should take a break from yelling at each other and watch it. It streams on Amazon Prime.