Face to Face
Sollima's smartest western: watch a decent man discover he likes it.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Sollima's smartest western: watch a decent man discover he likes it.
Divine's crime spree as performance art. Waters at his most focused and vicious.
Romero's vampire film. A boy who needs blood, and no fangs, cape or certainty that he is one.
A deaf runaway searches for her brother in Haight-Ashbury. Nicholson with a ponytail and a band.
Paul Schrader script, and the last twenty minutes are perfect.
A teen suspects his rich family are not human. The finale proves it, wetly.
An acclaimed animator's fairytale about a noblewoman and a well-equipped forest beast, banned on sight.
Hammer's best occult film. Lee as the hero for once, and enjoying it.
Abel Ferrara's debut. More interesting as a document of downtown New York.
Reeves again, with underwater battle scenes Bava shot uncredited.
Corbucci's Zapata western. A Polish gun-for-hire, a peasant revolutionary, and Jack Palance in a frock.
H.G. Lewis, a Southern town, and gore effects that predate everyone.
Two giant humanoid brothers, one good, one savage, tear up Japan. Weirdly beloved, and Brad Pitt's favourite.
Vincent Price with the camp removed. Reeves died at 25, a year later.
American giallo in Catholic New Jersey. Genuinely disturbing and well acted.
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.
The film that invented the Amicus anthology, dealt out as tarot on a train.
Mostly fake, entirely cynical, and a rental-shop legend regardless.
Texas Chainsaw with a French accent and a swastika over the door.
Late, strange, half-sung by a folk narrator. Castellari's best film.
Meyer stops joking. The one where the sun goes behind a cloud.
Di Leo's masterpiece. Cold, fast, well written.
Ferrara's best. Zoë Lund is extraordinary and the ending is a genuine image.
Toho's first colour kaiju. A supersonic pterosaur levels a city with its wingblasts.
Financed independently, structured like nothing else, and it changed the industry.
Genuinely nasty and hard to defend. The killer quacks. It doesn't help.
Sleazy for an hour, then a brilliant silent final act.
Black Emanuelle wanders into a cannibal picture, and D'Amato lets both halves misbehave.
Bava shoots Hades in gel colours. Looks like nothing else in the cycle.
Savini's effects, Spinell's performance, and a very bleak little film.
The most charming of Toho's roster, and openly anti-colonial about it.
A church-funded warning that became a comedy 40 years later.
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.