Cotton Comes to Harlem
Two Harlem detectives chase a stolen fortune hidden in a bale of cotton. The one that opened the door.
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Two Harlem detectives chase a stolen fortune hidden in a bale of cotton. The one that opened the door.
Chang Cheh's oddest. Five styles, five masks, one whodunit.
A detective investigates random killers who all say God ordered it. It goes somewhere insane.
Larry Cohen's weekend sequel to Black Caesar, rougher and more berserk than the original.
Bava's most personal film, and his strangest. Telly Savalas as the devil, holding a lollipop.
Satanists chase a Winnebago across Texas. Better than that sounds.
Underwater Nazi zombies rise off a tropical island. Peter Cushing, John Carradine, and real dread.
A nouveau-roman novelist makes a nunsploitation film and refuses to let it mean anything.
Di Leo's most cynical crime film. A mob enforcer navigates a Mafia war where everyone is corrupt.
Lee Van Cleef, one three-way showdown, and the Bacalov theme you know from Kill Bill.
Mario Adorf on foot versus a car. Best chase in Italian cinema.
Rollin with a fuzz-guitar band and a vampire who lives in the clock. His most fun.
A proto-slasher that front-loads its nastiness, then becomes a different and stranger film.
Trucker versus the cartel. Earnest, blue-collar, better than expected.
The most hysterical nunsploitation film ever made. A convent, two possessed girls, and constant screaming.
Larry Cohen shooting Harlem guerrilla-style. James Brown scores it.
Tamara Dobson, six feet two, government agent. Shelley Winters overacts gloriously.
Far angrier and more political than the packaging suggests.
Jacopetti and Prosperi's slavery reconstruction, and the most indefensible thing the mondo pair ever shot.
A disgraced executioner and his toddler take the assassin's road. The pram has blades in it.
Di Leo's saddest. Oliver Reed, and a Morricone theme that hurts.
Narrated by a paralysed man presumed dead. Unusual and very good.
Electrified worms in Georgia. Rick Baker's early effects are the draw.
Spanish Carmilla adaptation with an unusually pointed anger about marriage.
Martino at his most efficient. Nobody wastes a frame.
The most extreme of the sadiconazista cycle, and the only one shaped like a love story.
Rollin does an outbreak. A pesticide turns wine-country villagers into oozing killers.
Captain America and a Mexican wrestler fight Spider-Man, who is a murderer. Unlicensed, obviously.
Grim, well acted, and the best film in the cycle by some distance.
Not pinky violence. Fukasaku's handheld yakuza epic, and a classic.
The one that broke kung fu in America, months before Bruce Lee did.
The film that made Nikkatsu's S&M line a going concern. Rope, and lots of it.
Fulci does a bleak, hallucinatory western. Four outcasts cross a hostile frontier. Most do not make it.
Jaws with a bear, pitched exactly that way, and it worked.
A bridal-couture killer who narrates his own psychosis, and the best ghost gag Bava ever staged.
Anita Ekberg, morphine, and a plot that gives up around the hour mark.