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Shaw Brothers takes on the WIP film. As strange a combination as it sounds.
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Shaw Brothers takes on the WIP film. As strange a combination as it sounds.
The cheapest Island of Doctor Moreau ever committed to film, and one of the most watchable.
The sex comedy that funded the entire boom. Historically important, hard going.
The first shot-on-video horror feature, blown up to 35mm and just as ugly as that sounds.
A Shaw wuxia that turns into a slasher, with lanterns made of human skin.
Prison-boxing blaxploitation that out-grossed every indie of its year and got forgotten anyway.
Rudy Ray Moore makes a deal with the Devil to come back from the dead. Deranged and delightful.
H.G. Lewis hands the gore to a real biker gang. The acting is a crime; the piano wire is the point.
Meiko Kaji before Toei, leading a girl gang through Nikkatsu's coolest delinquent picture.
No plot. A stuntman and a prog band. Exists purely so Grant Page can work.
A Turkish barbarian, his wolf, and the most beloved rubber octopus in world cinema.
Shot-on-video German splatter so homemade you can smell the garage. Ittenbach's Herschell Gordon Lewis tribute act.
Suzzanna, Indonesia's horror queen, wronged by a whole village and collecting on the debt.
Cirio Santiago's Manila blaxploitation at full tilt, remembered for one fight staged in the dark.
Exactly what it says, at half the pace you want.
Shaw Brothers black magic: worms, curses and a Taoist priest fighting a Thai sorcerer.
A couple who find that killing is the only thing that works, followed all the way down.
The definitive Doris Wishman roughie: grimy, deranged, and edited by someone allergic to faces.
Fukasaku again, arguing the two categories in the title are the same.
Simon Yam as the Rainy Night Butcher, fully off the leash. Cat III at its ugliest.
The homegrown Yeşilçam pulp: a skeleton-suited supervillain lifted wholesale from Italian comics.
One of the most profitable independents ever made. Nastier than its reputation.
A slow-burn gothic in a nursing home. Much better than its obscurity suggests.
Al Adamson's grimiest, shot partly where the Manson family was living.
Ninety minutes of restrained Shaw revenge, then twenty of rotting-corpse insanity.
A young model is stalked after a nude shoot. A slow-burn Australian thriller with a real sense of dread.
Bruce Lee is cloned three times to fight crime. Bruce Le, Bruce Lai and Dragon Lee, together at last.
Black magic, exploding wizards, and a curse that turns a man's head into a penis. Cat III lost its mind.
The girls-with-guns spy picture Tarantino keeps name-checking, and rightly.
A flamboyant pimp fights to stay on top as everything closes in. Sharper and sadder than most.
Brazil's Boca do Lixo does women-in-prison with everything the drive-in cut left out.
Four men maimed by a tyrant learn to fight through their disabilities. Chang Cheh at his most inventive.
A biracial cop pairing hunts jewel thieves in Detroit. Tarantino re-released it for a reason.
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
Chang Cheh spills more guts here than in any Shaw film before it, and grins the whole way.
Tomas Milian debuts Er Monnezza, the filthiest man in Italian crime cinema, and steals his own movie.