Walking Tall
One sheriff, one hickory club, and the blueprint for every Southern vigilante picture after it.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
One sheriff, one hickory club, and the blueprint for every Southern vigilante picture after it.
$35,000, shot on 42nd Street, and completely charming. The best kind of cheap.
Meyer and Roger Ebert, at a major studio, on drugs. Somehow released.
Death Wish enrols at high school and the faculty loses.
Coffy again, louder and worse written. Grier is still magnetic.
Cronenberg gives Marilyn Chambers a blood-feeding stinger. Montreal falls apart around her.
A church-funded warning that became a comedy 40 years later.
Ninety minutes of nothing, then an ending nobody who has seen it forgets.
A military bioweapon drives a town homicidally insane. Romero on institutional failure, again.
A killer in WWII combat gear stalks a graduation dance. Savini's best gore work.
Herbert West builds a woman from parts. The sequel goes bigger, wetter and more demented.
Stuart Gordon and Jeffrey Combs do Lovecraft again. A machine that lets you see what should stay unseen.
A mutant newborn kills the delivery room and goes on the run. Larry Cohen means the metaphor.
Needles taped under the eyes so she cannot look away. Argento's last truly great film.
The raft scene is the best kill in any slasher. The rest is fine.
Corman stages an LSD experience with every optical trick he had. Written by Jack Nicholson.
The killer-Santa movie that got itself run out of cinemas in a week.
The one that is actually fun. Ferrets steal the film.
Troma's only good film, and the head-crushing is still funny.
Almost no dialogue, almost no plot, and completely hypnotic.
Sayles again. A flushed pet in the sewers, and it knows how silly that is.
William Marshall plays it completely straight and almost saves it.
Made by an industrial-film director for $33,000. Genuinely haunted.
A white Challenger, amphetamines, and an existential crisis at speed.
Shot on the leftover Hogan's Heroes set. Nothing here is defensible; it's catalogued, not recommended.
Val Lewton doing Jane Eyre in the Caribbean. Beautiful and barely horror.
A dead cop stalks New York in uniform. Larry Cohen writes, Robert Z'Dar's jaw does the rest.
Sayles script, Dante direction, and jokes that land. The best Jaws rip.
Punk soundtrack, running zombies, and the film that invented 'BRAINS'.
Lugosi, Haitian folklore, and the first zombie film. No eating involved.
Abandons realism entirely. Bronson defends a housing block with a machine gun.
Meyer's best. Tura Satana is a genuine screen presence and the dialogue snaps.
A flying silver sphere, a towering undertaker, and dream logic. Nobody has explained it since.
The most argued-about film on this site. Read the glossary entry before deciding.
Where the effects and the writing finally matched. Jeffrey Combs is perfect.
Craven's meanest. The suburban family turn out to be the better killers.