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The first shot-on-video horror feature, blown up to 35mm and just as ugly as that sounds.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
The first shot-on-video horror feature, blown up to 35mm and just as ugly as that sounds.
A Shaw wuxia that turns into a slasher, with lanterns made of human skin.
Suzzanna, Indonesia's horror queen, wronged by a whole village and collecting on the debt.
Shaw Brothers black magic: worms, curses and a Taoist priest fighting a Thai sorcerer.
A slow-burn gothic in a nursing home. Much better than its obscurity suggests.
Ninety minutes of restrained Shaw revenge, then twenty of rotting-corpse insanity.
Bruce Lee is cloned three times to fight crime. Bruce Le, Bruce Lai and Dragon Lee, together at last.
Brazil's Boca do Lixo does women-in-prison with everything the drive-in cut left out.
Chang Cheh spills more guts here than in any Shaw film before it, and grins the whole way.
The most deranged thing Shaw Brothers ever paid for, and it never slows down to explain itself.
The budget vanished mid-shoot and they kept going. Chaotic, mean, fun.
A woman alone at an outback wildlife reserve is hunted by three kangaroo poachers. Lean and nasty.
Jack Palance chewing a fantasy kingdom to splinters while a sword flies about on wires. Beloved for it.
The Terminator, if the machine were a sea goddess and had no shame whatsoever.
The Indonesian one everybody means: a flying witch's head, viscera trailing, hunting in the dark.
The hit that proved Indian audiences would pay to watch a man in a rubber demon mask.
A drive-in turned into an internment camp. The satire is not subtle.
The Italian Road Warrior with sand instead of the Bronx, muscle car included.
D'Amato and Eastman's Mad Max in a cowboy hat. Assembled entirely from better films.
Linda Blair goes to prison. A sleazy 80s update of the formula, with a corrupt warden and a hot tub.
Fulci does Conan through so much fog you can barely see the gore. Somehow that helps.
The fake snuff film that got Charlie Sheen on the phone to the FBI.
The women-in-prison film as its own punchline, fronted by the lead singer of the Plasmatics.
Rollin's best late film. Melancholy where the Italians were loud.
Corman's Argentine Conan-with-women, honest bottom-shelf swords and loincloths.
A parasite gives a young man euphoric highs in exchange for feeding it brains. Addiction as horror.
Incoherent even by the standards of the cycle. The Peter subplot is unforgivable.
Vietnam veterans as cannibals. Sillier and kinder than the jungle cycle.
Zombies that run and use guns, decades early. Incompetent in enjoyable ways.
Lau Kar-leung's brutal last great Shaw film. A massacred family, and pole fighting as grief.
Cannibals and zombies at once, reusing the Zombi 2 sets and cast.
Joe D'Amato's Conan, giant puppet spider and all. Miles O'Keeffe swings the sword.
The Ramsay brothers' witch movie, with musical numbers between the murders.
Lustig doing it straight. Robert Forster deserves better and knows it.
Late Italian entry. Laura Gemser, and a body count instead of a plot.
Alien via Rome, with exploding chests and a Goblin score doing heavy lifting.