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Corman in Argentina. The genuine article, for better and worse.
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Corman in Argentina. The genuine article, for better and worse.
Ninety minutes of driving and one of cinema's great abrupt endings.
Linda Blair, a frat hazing, an old dark house. Atmosphere over arterial spray, and better for it.
People melt in primary colours. Tasteless, inventive, weirdly beautiful.
Curtis Mayfield's score critiques the film it's in. Remarkable object.
The best Amicus omnibus, and Joan Collins versus a killer Santa two years before Black Christmas.
Burt Reynolds, moonshine, and the blueprint for a decade of Southern comedy.
The first gore film. Barely competent, historically unavoidable.
Jonathan Demme's debut, and it is visibly a Jonathan Demme film.
A man rebuilds his dead girlfriend from the parts of exploded sex workers. Exactly that stupid, and great.
Saul Bass's only feature. Ants, geometry, and an ending nobody saw for 40 years.
Written as satire, shot straight, and stranger than either choice on its own.
A three-bladed sword that fires two of the blades. Sold on that alone.
A rock star is elected president and puts everyone over 35 in LSD re-education camps.
93 cars destroyed for real. The director broke his own ankles. Worth it.
The biker cycle's Jack Nicholson entry, shot by Laszlo Kovacs and a cut above the AIP norm.
Tobe Hooper does a carnival slasher. A deformed killer, a hall of mirrors, and real dread.
Stan Winston effects and a good twist. Underseen.
Divine's crime spree as performance art. Waters at his most focused and vicious.
Romero's vampire film. A boy who needs blood, and no fangs, cape or certainty that he is one.
A deaf runaway searches for her brother in Haight-Ashbury. Nicholson with a ponytail and a band.
Paul Schrader script, and the last twenty minutes are perfect.
A teen suspects his rich family are not human. The finale proves it, wetly.
Abel Ferrara's debut. More interesting as a document of downtown New York.
H.G. Lewis, a Southern town, and gore effects that predate everyone.
Pam Grier's arrival. Jack Hill knows exactly what he has.
Mostly fake, entirely cynical, and a rental-shop legend regardless.
Meyer stops joking. The one where the sun goes behind a cloud.
Ferrara's best. Zoë Lund is extraordinary and the ending is a genuine image.
Financed independently, structured like nothing else, and it changed the industry.
American giallo in Catholic New Jersey. Genuinely disturbing and well acted.
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.
A flamethrower and a meat grinder. Death Wish with the restraint removed.
Corman starts the cycle. Peter Fonda, real Hells Angels, and a funeral.
A masterpiece and an ordeal. The kangaroo hunt is real footage and it is unbearable.