The Violent Professionals
Martino sends Luc Merenda undercover and off the leash. Prime cop-on-a-rampage stuff.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Martino sends Luc Merenda undercover and off the leash. Prime cop-on-a-rampage stuff.
A secret society farms humans for blood. Ozploitation does vampires as corporate agribusiness.
Merli takes his no-mercy cop routine to Naples. Fast, brutal, and politically incoherent as ever.
Pam Grier as the sadist for once. Bleaker than its stablemates.
Jonathan Demme's first script, produced by Corman. Rashomon on bikes.
The Italian Exorcist. Warner sued. It made money anyway.
Ercoli's brighter, faster Death Walks. Nieves Navarro sees a murder and nobody buys it.
A prince and a thief, master and pupil in disguise. Lau Kar-leung's wittiest choreography.
Ito's last. Kaji drags a severed arm through Tokyo in the opening minutes.
An art film that was sold as a vampire picture. Recut and buried for decades.
A dead 1940s gangster possesses a mild law student. Blaxploitation crossed with the supernatural.
Made by the couple who then wrote American Graffiti. A nightmare that never explains itself.
Rollin at his purest. Two women in clown costume, a castle, almost no dialogue.
The Japanese entry, and formally the most accomplished of them.
The naked snow swordfight. Everyone remembers it; the rest is decent Meiji melodrama.
A DPP video nasty far better known for its poster than for anything in the film.
The title is the pitch. Delivers on it with unusual formal care.
Funnier and better than the first. Sid Haig is having an excellent time.
Herschell Gordon Lewis signs off with a meat tenderiser and a gag about chocolate milk.
Convent politics played as Renaissance power-drama. More Borgia than bondage.
A stage magician whose tricks are real. Lewis's most interesting idea.
The blaxploitation Exorcist. A minister's wife is possessed by a sex demon. Warner Bros sued.
Jess Franco's contribution to the cycle. Cheap, delirious and utterly shameless, even for him.
Borowczyk brings his erotic art-house eye to the convent. Beautiful, explicit and barely plotted.
Technically inept and completely irresistible. Boom mics in every other shot.
Lau Kar-leung's revenge epic. A survivor spends years learning the one style that can beat the villain.
Rollin's best, and the one where the pretty dream logic finally grows teeth.
Fukasaku's nastiest. A gangster too unstable for organised crime.
Rollin's most coherent, which is not saying a great deal. Gorgeous.
Two cops who are clearly the villains. Ruggero Deodato, before the jungle.
The best of the series. A pram, a snowfield, and a small army that should have stayed home.
A couple litter, and Australia decides to kill them. Excellent.
The Blind Dead ride out one last time. A quiet, sad closer to Spain's best monster series.
A man in a coma does telekinesis. Better than that sentence implies.
Maurizio Merli punches Rome for 100 minutes. Politics: incoherent.
The rare sequel that adds Pam Grier and a shred of dignity.