The Born Losers
The first Billy Jack film, and much nastier than the sequels.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
The first Billy Jack film, and much nastier than the sequels.
The Arkansas Bigfoot docudrama that invented an entire regional-monster format on a hundred grand.
Cool to the point of refrigeration, scored by Marvin Gaye the one time he ever bothered.
Isaac Hayes in front of the camera for once, and Nichelle Nichols swearing.
Corman's Argentine Conan-with-women, honest bottom-shelf swords and loincloths.
A batch of ten-year-old LSD makes people go bald and homicidal. A great, paranoid premise.
A parasite gives a young man euphoric highs in exchange for feeding it brains. Addiction as horror.
Vietnam veterans as cannibals. Sillier and kinder than the jungle cycle.
Lewis finishing his gore trilogy. A painter, and his pigment source.
Esper again. One reefer leads directly to nude swimming and death.
The most political film the blaxploitation boom made, pulled from cinemas and buried for thirty years.
Jim Kelly karate-chops the mob to save a Watts dojo. Blaxploitation meets kung fu, joyfully.
The Defiant Ones with Pam Grier, shot in the Philippines by a Filipino who actually knew the terrain.
Two Harlem detectives chase a stolen fortune hidden in a bale of cotton. The one that opened the door.
A detective investigates random killers who all say God ordered it. It goes somewhere insane.
Larry Cohen's weekend sequel to Black Caesar, rougher and more berserk than the original.
An undercover cop infiltrates a high school drug ring. Reefer, hot rods and Jerry Lee Lewis.
Satanists chase a Winnebago across Texas. Better than that sounds.
Underwater Nazi zombies rise off a tropical island. Peter Cushing, John Carradine, and real dread.
Historically pivotal, formally inert. Watch ten minutes and read about the rest.
A proto-slasher that front-loads its nastiness, then becomes a different and stranger film.
Body piercings, a penis monster, and Lemmy on narration. Troma's actual masterpiece.
Lustig doing it straight. Robert Forster deserves better and knows it.
Trucker versus the cartel. Earnest, blue-collar, better than expected.
Larry Cohen shooting Harlem guerrilla-style. James Brown scores it.
Tamara Dobson, six feet two, government agent. Shelley Winters overacts gloriously.
Larry Cohen, a dragon over Manhattan, and a great Michael Moriarty.
Electrified worms in Georgia. Rick Baker's early effects are the draw.
Grim, well acted, and the best film in the cycle by some distance.
Troma's toxic high school, second only to Toxie. Exactly as stupid as you want it to be.
Jaws with a bear, pitched exactly that way, and it worked.
Kroger Babb toured it for twenty years with a fake nurse in the lobby.
Meyer's biggest hit of the decade, and his cartoon violence at its most cartoonish.
Mannequins that move, telekinesis, and a masked killer. Far stranger than a slasher should be.
The one that made the money and triggered the obscenity fight.
Delphine Seyrig as Bathory in an empty Ostend hotel. Genuinely elegant.