Hell of the Living Dead
Bruno Mattei rips off Dawn of the Dead with a Goblin score he also stole. Gloriously shameless.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Bruno Mattei rips off Dawn of the Dead with a Goblin score he also stole. Gloriously shameless.
Spanish, incoherent, and gleefully stupid. 'Bastard! Bastard!'
Larry Cohen, a dragon over Manhattan, and a great Michael Moriarty.
Deodato points Last House at a dinner party. Grubby, mean, effective.
Troma's toxic high school, second only to Toxie. Exactly as stupid as you want it to be.
A giant pig film shot like a perfume ad. Somehow works.
Corman in Argentina. The genuine article, for better and worse.
More of the same, with flamethrowers and property developers as villains.
Linda Blair, a frat hazing, an old dark house. Atmosphere over arterial spray, and better for it.
Rear Window in a truck, with Stacy Keach and Jamie Lee Curtis.
People melt in primary colours. Tasteless, inventive, weirdly beautiful.
Castellari's Mad Max, with perspex cars and George Eastman. Sold in the US as Warriors of the Wasteland.
Starts as caveman fantasy, becomes science fiction with no warning.
The last fertile woman on Earth, in a quarry outside Rome.
A killer in a giant owl mask, a locked theatre, and Soavi announcing himself.
Written as satire, shot straight, and stranger than either choice on its own.
A three-bladed sword that fires two of the blades. Sold on that alone.
Almost entirely people walking around an island. Then two minutes of infamy.
Lenzi recycling other films' footage into a Jonestown story. Grim work.
Tobe Hooper does a carnival slasher. A deformed killer, a hall of mirrors, and real dread.
Fred Williamson in a cape. Castellari doing Warriors on a Roman budget.
Stan Winston effects and a good twist. Underseen.
A teen suspects his rich family are not human. The finale proves it, wetly.
Ferrara's best. Zoë Lund is extraordinary and the ending is a genuine image.
Genuinely nasty and hard to defend. The killer quacks. It doesn't help.
Savini's effects, Spinell's performance, and a very bleak little film.
Jodorowsky's late masterpiece. A circus, a cult, an armless mother, and her son's hands.
Two Lone Wolf and Cub films chopped into one English dub. A grindhouse legend regardless.
A costume party on a moving train, a killer swapping disguises, and Jamie Lee Curtis again.
A flamethrower and a meat grinder. Death Wish with the restraint removed.
$35,000, shot on 42nd Street, and completely charming. The best kind of cheap.
Death Wish enrols at high school and the faculty loses.
German, banned widely, and much sadder than its reputation suggests.
Ninety minutes of nothing, then an ending nobody who has seen it forgets.
Sixty-seven minutes of industrial nightmare. Nothing else looks like it.
A killer in WWII combat gear stalks a graduation dance. Savini's best gore work.