Black Christmas
Predates Halloween and is scarier. The phone calls still work.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Predates Halloween and is scarier. The phone calls still work.
The bleakest Romero. Bub is the only sympathetic character in it.
Jackie Chan finds the formula: comedy, pain, and visible competence.
A ronin asks to commit suicide in a lord's courtyard. What follows dismantles the whole code.
A serious, much-argued-about film that producers immediately misread as a template.
Brando's motorcycle gang takes over a town. The film that invented teenage cool and terrified parents.
Long live the new flesh. Cronenberg's prophecy about media, the body, and a chest that opens.
Gordon Parks directs a solid detective film. Isaac Hayes does the rest.
A shopping mall, four survivors, and Savini's finest hour.
A coffin, a machine gun, and mud everywhere. Banned in Britain until 1993.
The comedy turn that ended the cycle by making it impossible to take seriously.
Bronson as a liberal architect who buys a gun. A phenomenon, and reactionary.
Killed Browning's career, banned in Britain for thirty years. Still unclassifiable.
The art film that shipped its own negatives abroad to beat Japan's censors. Unsimulated, and deadly serious about it.
Barely a giallo and barely a plot. Possibly the most beautiful horror film ever shot.
Bergman's Virgin Spring, brutalised. Genuinely unpleasant and knows it. Tonally a mess.
Not exploitation, filed here by shelf-adjacency. One of Britain's best films.
Leone's revolution film. A Mexican bandit and an IRA dynamiter blow up the establishment together.
The film Bruce Lee left unfinished, completed with a double, a cardboard cut-out, and his real funeral.
Barely exploitation, entirely brilliant. A subway ride as Greek epic.
A serious film about media atrocity that committed real atrocity.
The respectable ancestor of the whole backwoods cycle, and still the best of it.
The film that made softcore respectable at the box office. Glossy, empty, and enormously profitable.
The template the whole Italian post-nuke cycle copied for a decade.
Lee's first lead. Briefly on the DPP video nasty list, absurdly.
Remake and sequel at once. Raimi discovers slapstick and never looks back.
Studio horror with a Goldsmith choir and four very memorable deaths.
Made for nothing on public roads. You can feel every dollar missing.
Almost bloodless, and still the most upsetting film here. The heat is the horror.
Lee died six days before release. The mirror room still works.
Cynical, derivative, and it industrialised the whole form. Savini's finest hour.
Not a monster romp. A sober film about nuclear annihilation, made nine years after.
The vigilante with a badge. Pauline Kael called it fascist and was not wrong.
Lynch's industrial nightmare about fatherhood. It played midnight for years and made him.
Nothing supernatural is ever shown. It does not need to be.
The good one that caused all the others. Poledouris score is the best part.