Africa Addio
Not staged, which makes it far worse. A repellent document.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Not staged, which makes it far worse. A repellent document.
William Marshall plays it completely straight and almost saves it.
Lenzi chasing Deodato with none of the argument. Real animal deaths, no defence.
Made by an industrial-film director for $33,000. Genuinely haunted.
The drill scene. Otherwise thin, but the atmosphere is thick.
Argento's third. Unavailable for decades, and worth the wait for the last shot.
The film where Godzilla becomes a hero. Three of Toho's monsters team up against a golden space dragon.
The sequel that turned one Hercules hit into an entire industry.
Miike hands out sick bags at the premiere and earns every one of them.
The original. Oscar-nominated song, colonial gaze, half of it staged.
Cronenberg's debut. A phallic parasite turns a luxury apartment tower into an orgy of the infected.
The killer-Santa movie that got itself run out of cinemas in a week.
The one that is actually fun. Ferrets steal the film.
Cronenberg turns a divorce into monsters. Rage made flesh, and it is about his own custody battle.
Turkish Star Wars. Contains actual Star Wars footage. Not licensed.
Troma's only good film, and the head-crushing is still funny.
Almost no dialogue, almost no plot, and completely hypnotic.
Sayles again. A flushed pet in the sewers, and it knows how silly that is.
Jamie Lee Curtis, a masked killer, and a decade-old secret. Halloween cashes in, disco included.
Argento's least favourite of his own films. He is roughly right.
A white Challenger, amphetamines, and an existential crisis at speed.
Korea's classiest ghost story, and the one that actually rewards a rewatch.
The template, and still the best-looking film on this list.
King Hu, Cheng Pei-pei, and the template for every wuxia since.
Steve Reeves, a Mr Universe title, and the start of the Italian genre machine.
Shot on the leftover Hogan's Heroes set. Nothing here is defensible; it's catalogued, not recommended.
Shot at weekends over four years by Jackson and his friends. Astonishing.
Argento's sequel to Suspiria. Even less plot, even more colour. A building that is alive.
Val Lewton doing Jane Eyre in the Caribbean. Beautiful and barely horror.
A dead cop stalks New York in uniform. Larry Cohen writes, Robert Z'Dar's jaw does the rest.
On the nasties list by pure bureaucratic accident. An actual masterpiece about divorce.
Nazisploitation with a real budget and Tinto Brass's dirty fingerprints. Ilsa was the knock-off.
Bava invents the slasher a decade early. Friday the 13th copied two kills outright.
Bava's debut as director. Barbara Steele and a mask full of spikes.
Revenge, Van Cleef, and a score Tarantino lifted wholesale.
Jodorowsky's mystical, violent acid western. It essentially invented the midnight movie.