Bamboo House of Dolls
Shaw Brothers takes on the WIP film. As strange a combination as it sounds.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Shaw Brothers takes on the WIP film. As strange a combination as it sounds.
The cheapest Island of Doctor Moreau ever committed to film, and one of the most watchable.
The sex comedy that funded the entire boom. Historically important, hard going.
Prison-boxing blaxploitation that out-grossed every indie of its year and got forgotten anyway.
Rudy Ray Moore makes a deal with the Devil to come back from the dead. Deranged and delightful.
Meiko Kaji before Toei, leading a girl gang through Nikkatsu's coolest delinquent picture.
No plot. A stuntman and a prog band. Exists purely so Grant Page can work.
A Turkish barbarian, his wolf, and the most beloved rubber octopus in world cinema.
Cirio Santiago's Manila blaxploitation at full tilt, remembered for one fight staged in the dark.
Exactly what it says, at half the pace you want.
A couple who find that killing is the only thing that works, followed all the way down.
One of the most profitable independents ever made. Nastier than its reputation.
A young model is stalked after a nude shoot. A slow-burn Australian thriller with a real sense of dread.
A flamboyant pimp fights to stay on top as everything closes in. Sharper and sadder than most.
Fukasaku again, arguing the two categories in the title are the same.
Four men maimed by a tyrant learn to fight through their disabilities. Chang Cheh at his most inventive.
A biracial cop pairing hunts jewel thieves in Detroit. Tarantino re-released it for a reason.
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
Tomas Milian debuts Er Monnezza, the filthiest man in Italian crime cinema, and steals his own movie.
A decapitated warlock's head, still working. Naschy wrote it himself.
Pete Walker builds a secret prison to punish the censors who wanted one. Sheila Keith is the nightmare.
Zombie bikers, toad worship and George Sanders' last film. As English as horror gets.
The Canadian Deliverance, and grimmer than the nickname promises.
Every monster at once, all of them on a budget of nothing. Delightful.
Bunta Sugawara as pure appetite. The jitsuroku style arriving fully formed.
Late-cycle Castellari. Everyone is exhausted and it shows productively.
The girls-with-guns spy picture Tarantino keeps name-checking, and rightly.
Brown, Williamson and Kelly against a plot to poison the water supply.
Toei's red-coated killer cop, and the blueprint for every lone avenging woman after her.
Ito's second, and the most formally daring film in the whole category.
Norifumi Suzuki at full speed. Reiko Ike is the whole show.
Mykonos has never looked prettier or hosted anything uglier. Mastorakis dared himself to be banned and won.
Revenge via Haitian zombies. The best of the blaxploitation horror crossovers.
The most elegant film ever filed under sexploitation, and the reason Metzger belongs in the canon.
A Rhine myth relocated to Spain, with a monster that only works in long shot.
Half drama, half documentary of 1970s Oakland. The real players are in it.