In the last few years, filmmakers in the horror genre have rendered grim and grotesque interpretations of the fatigued adage "truth is stranger than fiction". It’s been remixed into something less whimsical, weighed down with the gravity of reality. Which is to say, that even truth has found itself becoming more real. Non-white filmmakers are reaching into the violence of the mundane to provide incisive and astute critical analysis of class, gender and race. Spelunking in the subterrain world, inhabited by those who have had to carve out existences unsheltered by the dual protections of wealth and whiteness, these filmmakers expose that here, the normal is monstrous.