Shoot First, Die Later
Di Leo's dirty-cop picture, and the rot goes all the way home.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Di Leo's dirty-cop picture, and the rot goes all the way home.
Australia's outlaw-biker scripture. Mad Max drank from this tank.
Jack Hill doing Othello with teenage gangs. Much smarter than it needs to be.
Jack Hill and Pam Grier invent the modern formula in the Philippines.
Jimmy Wang Yu invents the empty-hand kung fu film. No swords.
The best-looking giallo nobody names, shot by Storaro between two Bertoluccis.
The Blind Dead put to sea on a model boat in a visible fish tank. The runt of the four.
Rollin with the vampires stripped out, and his best film for it.
The Arkansas Bigfoot docudrama that invented an entire regional-monster format on a hundred grand.
A secret society, a Paris chateau, and dream logic all the way down.
Barely a murder mystery. A slow psychological collapse, and superb.
Cool to the point of refrigeration, scored by Marvin Gaye the one time he ever bothered.
Isaac Hayes in front of the camera for once, and Nichelle Nichols swearing.
Tomas Milian as a repellent psychopath. Deeply unpleasant, very good.
A batch of ten-year-old LSD makes people go bald and homicidal. A great, paranoid premise.
Ercoli's best. Structurally cleverer than most of the cycle.
Sold as a women-in-prison quickie. Shot like an art film. Meiko Kaji barely blinks.
Chinese kung fu versus Japanese martial arts, as a marriage. Lau Kar-leung's most good-natured film.
Castellari's breakout in the genre, and Franco Nero furious for ninety minutes.
Naschy's grisliest, and the one where the rats were not an effect.
D'Amato's convent, where the theology is a coat-hook for the softcore.
The one that started it, by remaking A Man Called Horse in Thailand.
Blind Dead again, this time besieging a whole village. The best of the four.
West Germany's pseudo-documentary sex series. Thirteen entries, vast profits, zero shame.
The Exorcist, shot-for-shot, in Istanbul, with the same score. Astonishing nerve.
Castellari's Death Wish. An ordinary engineer, brutalised and ignored, arms himself.
Castellari's best. The car-rolling-down-the-hill shot is famous for a reason.
A widower lures redheads to his castle to get over his dead wife. Nonsense plot, glorious mood.
The most political film the blaxploitation boom made, pulled from cinemas and buried for thirty years.
Sonny Chiba tearing people apart. First film rated X in America for violence alone.
Naschy's Waldemar Daninsky at his most enjoyable.
Two women lure travellers to a country house and drain them. British, bloody, erotic.
Franco at his dreamiest. Distributors added zombies later without telling him.
A resurrected torturer stalks his own castle. Bava on more commercial autopilot, still gorgeous.
Jim Kelly karate-chops the mob to save a Watts dojo. Blaxploitation meets kung fu, joyfully.
The Defiant Ones with Pam Grier, shot in the Philippines by a Filipino who actually knew the terrain.