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Divine competes to be the filthiest person alive. The most notorious act in film history closes it.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Divine competes to be the filthiest person alive. The most notorious act in film history closes it.
Carpenter remaking Rio Bravo for $100,000. The ice cream scene is still shocking.
The bleakest Romero. Bub is the only sympathetic character in it.
Corman satire with actual teeth. Stallone before anyone knew.
Brando's motorcycle gang takes over a town. The film that invented teenage cool and terrified parents.
Long live the new flesh. Cronenberg's prophecy about media, the body, and a chest that opens.
Gordon Parks directs a solid detective film. Isaac Hayes does the rest.
A shopping mall, four survivors, and Savini's finest hour.
Bronson as a liberal architect who buys a gun. A phenomenon, and reactionary.
Killed Browning's career, banned in Britain for thirty years. Still unclassifiable.
Bergman's Virgin Spring, brutalised. Genuinely unpleasant and knows it. Tonally a mess.
The film Bruce Lee left unfinished, completed with a double, a cardboard cut-out, and his real funeral.
Barely exploitation, entirely brilliant. A subway ride as Greek epic.
The respectable ancestor of the whole backwoods cycle, and still the best of it.
Remake and sequel at once. Raimi discovers slapstick and never looks back.
Studio horror with a Goldsmith choir and four very memorable deaths.
Almost bloodless, and still the most upsetting film here. The heat is the horror.
Lee died six days before release. The mirror room still works.
Cynical, derivative, and it industrialised the whole form. Savini's finest hour.
The vigilante with a badge. Pauline Kael called it fascist and was not wrong.
Lynch's industrial nightmare about fatherhood. It played midnight for years and made him.
Nothing supernatural is ever shown. It does not need to be.
The good one that caused all the others. Poledouris score is the best part.
Prosecuted in Britain. Actually a comedy, though it took years to admit it.
An unlicensed Yojimbo remake. Toho sued and won. Started everything.
$325,000 into $70 million, and every slasher after it is a photocopy.
The broken shark forced Spielberg to suggest instead of show. It made the film.
Made for $114,000 in Pittsburgh. Invented the entire modern genre.
Fonda cast against type as a child killer. Leone's masterpiece.
The same story told by people who knew the protagonist was unwell.
Hitchcock refuses to explain anything. Nobody since has had the nerve.
Plays it entirely straight and takes the theology seriously. Still works.