Thriller: A Cruel Picture
The eyepatch Tarantino copied. Contains real hardcore inserts and a real animal death.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
The eyepatch Tarantino copied. Contains real hardcore inserts and a real animal death.
Fulci does psychedelia. The dog scene got him prosecuted.
Three hours, a bamboo forest, and a Cannes prize. Barely exploitation.
Pam Grier's arrival. Jack Hill knows exactly what he has.
Mostly fake, entirely cynical, and a rental-shop legend regardless.
Late, strange, half-sung by a folk narrator. Castellari's best film.
Di Leo's masterpiece. Cold, fast, well written.
Financed independently, structured like nothing else, and it changed the industry.
An acclaimed animator's fairytale about a noblewoman and a well-equipped forest beast, banned on sight.
Sleazy for an hour, then a brilliant silent final act.
American giallo in Catholic New Jersey. Genuinely disturbing and well acted.
Black Emanuelle wanders into a cannibal picture, and D'Amato lets both halves misbehave.
A masterpiece and an ordeal. The kangaroo hunt is real footage and it is unbearable.
One sheriff, one hickory club, and the blueprint for every Southern vigilante picture after it.
Meyer and Roger Ebert, at a major studio, on drugs. Somehow released.
Fulci's best film and his angriest. A giallo about mob justice in a village.
Coffy again, louder and worse written. Grier is still magnetic.
The cannibal cycle in a dinner jacket, ex-Bond girl and real animal deaths included.
Cronenberg gives Marilyn Chambers a blood-feeding stinger. Montreal falls apart around her.
A military bioweapon drives a town homicidally insane. Romero on institutional failure, again.
Unusually sad for a giallo, and much better for it.
The psychedelic pollution one. Godzilla fights a smog monster, and the film goes completely strange.
A mutant newborn kills the delivery room and goes on the run. Larry Cohen means the metaphor.
Hammer clocks that the censors have loosened and sends Ingrid Pitt to make the most of it.
Franco's most watchable. The soundtrack outlived the film by decades.
Argento's third. Unavailable for decades, and worth the wait for the last shot.
Cronenberg's debut. A phallic parasite turns a luxury apartment tower into an orgy of the infected.
Cronenberg turns a divorce into monsters. Rage made flesh, and it is about his own custody battle.
Almost no dialogue, almost no plot, and completely hypnotic.
William Marshall plays it completely straight and almost saves it.
Argento's least favourite of his own films. He is roughly right.
A white Challenger, amphetamines, and an existential crisis at speed.
Shot on the leftover Hogan's Heroes set. Nothing here is defensible; it's catalogued, not recommended.
Bava invents the slasher a decade early. Friday the 13th copied two kills outright.
Jodorowsky's mystical, violent acid western. It essentially invented the midnight movie.
The whale wants revenge and has a plan. Morricone score, oddly moving.