Succubus
Franco's arthouse credentials, such as they are. Fritz Lang liked it.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Franco's arthouse credentials, such as they are. Fritz Lang liked it.
Ten heirs in a Scottish castle, strangled one at a time. Kinski included.
Franco doing the formula early, with Mercedes McCambridge as the warden.
Maciste renamed again, fighting a shapeshifter. Cheerfully incoherent.
A ghost child with a white ball. Fellini and Scorsese both stole from it.
The point where the black-and-white krimi tips over into full-colour giallo delirium.
Barbara Steele married to a necrophile surgeon, and Freda smuggling it past the 1962 censors on innuendo alone.
Barbara Steele in a haunted house on a bet. Better than it sounds.
Honda's mushroom-people film. Far bleaker than anything else Toho made.
They cast Sean Connery's actual brother. That is the entire idea.
The one that made the money and triggered the obscenity fight.
The blind masseur who is also the deadliest swordsman alive. The first of twenty-five-plus.
Nothing to do with Django, and one of the strangest and cruelest westerns Italy ever shot.
The eurospy archetype, from a French agent who beat James Bond into print by four years.
A swordsman with no morals and no motive cuts his way through the film. It stops rather than ends.
The film that made Shaw Brothers switch to male leads and stay there.
The first gore film. Barely competent, historically unavoidable.
Got Suzuki fired from Nikkatsu for making films nobody understood. Correct.
Bava builds an alien planet out of fog and two rocks, and Alien quietly borrowed the skeleton.
Where the entire Franco machine started. Everything he made for forty years is in here somewhere.
Sollima's best. A manhunt that keeps turning into a political argument.
Suzuki given a budget cut and responding with pop-art abstraction.
A rock star is elected president and puts everyone over 35 in LSD re-education camps.
Bava doing pop art on pocket change. Genuinely one of the best-designed films ever.
Daiei's cut-price answer to Godzilla. A flying turtle. Children loved it.
The biker cycle's Jack Nicholson entry, shot by Laszlo Kovacs and a cut above the AIP norm.
Kobayashi and Mifune against feudal authority again. It builds slowly and then it does not stop.
Bava and Christopher Lee doing sadomasochism the censors did not catch.
A gunfighter mentors a despised young man, then has to face what he created. Van Cleef at his best.
Sollima's smartest western: watch a decent man discover he likes it.
A deaf runaway searches for her brother in Haight-Ashbury. Nicholson with a ponytail and a band.
Hammer's best occult film. Lee as the hero for once, and enjoying it.
Corbucci's Zapata western. A Polish gun-for-hire, a peasant revolutionary, and Jack Palance in a frock.
H.G. Lewis, a Southern town, and gore effects that predate everyone.
Two giant humanoid brothers, one good, one savage, tear up Japan. Weirdly beloved, and Brad Pitt's favourite.
The film that invented the Amicus anthology, dealt out as tarot on a train.