Santo and Blue Demon vs. the Monsters
Every monster at once, all of them on a budget of nothing. Delightful.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Every monster at once, all of them on a budget of nothing. Delightful.
Herschell Gordon Lewis invents the roughie the same year he invents gore. Busy man.
Bunta Sugawara as pure appetite. The jitsuroku style arriving fully formed.
The most deranged thing Shaw Brothers ever paid for, and it never slows down to explain itself.
Late-cycle Castellari. Everyone is exhausted and it shows productively.
Brown, Williamson and Kelly against a plot to poison the water supply.
The budget vanished mid-shoot and they kept going. Chaotic, mean, fun.
Toei's red-coated killer cop, and the blueprint for every lone avenging woman after her.
Masumura, one set, three actors, and an ending that goes much further than expected.
A woman alone at an outback wildlife reserve is hunted by three kangaroo poachers. Lean and nasty.
Ito's second, and the most formally daring film in the whole category.
Norifumi Suzuki at full speed. Reiko Ike is the whole show.
Jack Palance chewing a fantasy kingdom to splinters while a sword flies about on wires. Beloved for it.
Mykonos has never looked prettier or hosted anything uglier. Mastorakis dared himself to be banned and won.
The Terminator, if the machine were a sea goddess and had no shame whatsoever.
Dwain Esper's roadshow lunacy. A man eats a cat's eye. Not the 1980 film.
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.
Martians in togas demand Earth's surrender. Santo declines.
Revenge via Haitian zombies. The best of the blaxploitation horror crossovers.
Not a Santo film. A forked-tongue demon eating brains with a spoon.
Argentine, insane, and re-cut by its US distributor into something stranger.
The Mexican gothic at its cobwebbed peak, Universal horror with the fog cranked up.
The most elegant film ever filed under sexploitation, and the reason Metzger belongs in the canon.
A Rhine myth relocated to Spain, with a monster that only works in long shot.
Half drama, half documentary of 1970s Oakland. The real players are in it.
Martino sends Luc Merenda undercover and off the leash. Prime cop-on-a-rampage stuff.
A girl gang robs, kidnaps and worse. Written by Ed Wood, which explains everything.
A secret society farms humans for blood. Ozploitation does vampires as corporate agribusiness.
The Richard Speck murders restaged as avant-garde pink film. Wakamatsu's coldest hour.
Merli takes his no-mercy cop routine to Naples. Fast, brutal, and politically incoherent as ever.
Pam Grier as the sadist for once. Bleaker than its stablemates.
Jonathan Demme's first script, produced by Corman. Rashomon on bikes.
The first Brazilian horror film, and the birth of Coffin Joe, a national icon with terrible fingernails.
The Italian Exorcist. Warner sued. It made money anyway.
A drive-in turned into an internment camp. The satire is not subtle.