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The film that invented nazisploitation six years before Ilsa made it a genre.
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The film that invented nazisploitation six years before Ilsa made it a genre.
A DPP video nasty far better known for its poster than for anything in the film.
Mexican horror at the gore end: a gorilla-heart transplant, real surgery footage, and a masked lady wrestler.
Vietnam veterans as cannibals. Sillier and kinder than the jungle cycle.
The one that started it, by remaking A Man Called Horse in Thailand.
Zombies that run and use guns, decades early. Incompetent in enjoyable ways.
Cannibals and zombies at once, reusing the Zombi 2 sets and cast.
Alien via Rome, with exploding chests and a Goblin score doing heavy lifting.
Bruno Mattei rips off Dawn of the Dead with a Goblin score he also stole. Gloriously shameless.
Anita Ekberg, morphine, and a plot that gives up around the hour mark.
Deodato points Last House at a dinner party. Grubby, mean, effective.
The first gore film. Barely competent, historically unavoidable.
Spanish-Italian, shot in England, and much smarter than its stablemates.
Almost entirely people walking around an island. Then two minutes of infamy.
Stan Winston effects and a good twist. Underseen.
Lenzi recycling other films' footage into a Jonestown story. Grim work.
Tobe Hooper does a carnival slasher. A deformed killer, a hall of mirrors, and real dread.
The eyepatch Tarantino copied. Contains real hardcore inserts and a real animal death.
Romero's vampire film. A boy who needs blood, and no fangs, cape or certainty that he is one.
An acclaimed animator's fairytale about a noblewoman and a well-equipped forest beast, banned on sight.
Abel Ferrara's debut. More interesting as a document of downtown New York.
Mostly fake, entirely cynical, and a rental-shop legend regardless.
Genuinely nasty and hard to defend. The killer quacks. It doesn't help.
Savini's effects, Spinell's performance, and a very bleak little film.
Two Lone Wolf and Cub films chopped into one English dub. A grindhouse legend regardless.
Coffy again, louder and worse written. Grier is still magnetic.
The cannibal cycle in a dinner jacket, ex-Bond girl and real animal deaths included.
German, banned widely, and much sadder than its reputation suggests.
Cronenberg gives Marilyn Chambers a blood-feeding stinger. Montreal falls apart around her.
A killer in WWII combat gear stalks a graduation dance. Savini's best gore work.
The raft scene is the best kill in any slasher. The rest is fine.
Lenzi chasing Deodato with none of the argument. Real animal deaths, no defence.
Jamie Lee Curtis, a masked killer, and a decade-old secret. Halloween cashes in, disco included.
Shot on the leftover Hogan's Heroes set. Nothing here is defensible; it's catalogued, not recommended.
Argento's sequel to Suspiria. Even less plot, even more colour. A building that is alive.
On the nasties list by pure bureaucratic accident. An actual masterpiece about divorce.