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Meyer stops joking. The one where the sun goes behind a cloud.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Meyer stops joking. The one where the sun goes behind a cloud.
Vincent Price with the camp removed. Reeves died at 25, a year later.
Bava shoots Hades in gel colours. Looks like nothing else in the cycle.
The most charming of Toho's roster, and openly anti-colonial about it.
The one usually called the first giallo. Still half a krimi.
Corman starts the cycle. Peter Fonda, real Hells Angels, and a funeral.
Corbucci in the snow. The ending would never have cleared an American studio.
The most openly political of the Zapata cycle, and the sharpest.
Three stories, one Karloff. The Wurdulak segment is the best thing Bava shot.
Eleven monsters, no restraint. Honda cashing every chip at once.
Corman stages an LSD experience with every optical trick he had. Written by Jack Nicholson.
Not staged, which makes it far worse. A repellent document.
The film where Godzilla becomes a hero. Three of Toho's monsters team up against a golden space dragon.
The original. Oscar-nominated song, colonial gaze, half of it staged.
Made by an industrial-film director for $33,000. Genuinely haunted.
The template, and still the best-looking film on this list.
King Hu, Cheng Pei-pei, and the template for every wuxia since.
Bava's debut as director. Barbara Steele and a mask full of spikes.
Revenge, Van Cleef, and a score Tarantino lifted wholesale.
Leone's actual debut, three years before the westerns.
Meyer's best. Tura Satana is a genuine screen presence and the dialogue snaps.
A gadget-toting gunfighter blackmails a whole town. Lee Van Cleef, having an obvious blast.
The most-watched Godzilla film in Japan, and essentially an ad-industry farce with two giant monsters.
A ronin asks to commit suicide in a lord's courtyard. What follows dismantles the whole code.
A coffin, a machine gun, and mud everywhere. Banned in Britain until 1993.
Nothing supernatural is ever shown. It does not need to be.
An unlicensed Yojimbo remake. Toho sued and won. Started everything.
Van Cleef arrives and the formula locks into place.
Made for $114,000 in Pittsburgh. Invented the entire modern genre.
Fonda cast against type as a child killer. Leone's masterpiece.
Hitchcock refuses to explain anything. Nobody since has had the nerve.
The cemetery sequence is the best three minutes in the genre.