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A resurrected torturer stalks his own castle. Bava on more commercial autopilot, still gorgeous.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
A resurrected torturer stalks his own castle. Bava on more commercial autopilot, still gorgeous.
Jim Kelly karate-chops the mob to save a Watts dojo. Blaxploitation meets kung fu, joyfully.
The Defiant Ones with Pam Grier, shot in the Philippines by a Filipino who actually knew the terrain.
Deliverance relocated to the Belgian mud, and just as unwilling to let anyone leave.
The French corner of the spaghetti cycle: gaunt, ritualistic, and dedicated to Leone.
Two Harlem detectives chase a stolen fortune hidden in a bale of cotton. The one that opened the door.
Chang Cheh's oddest. Five styles, five masks, one whodunit.
A detective investigates random killers who all say God ordered it. It goes somewhere insane.
A samurai returns to stop the massacre he could not prevent the first time. Shot in real snow.
Larry Cohen's weekend sequel to Black Caesar, rougher and more berserk than the original.
An undercover cop infiltrates a high school drug ring. Reefer, hot rods and Jerry Lee Lewis.
Bava's most personal film, and his strangest. Telly Savalas as the devil, holding a lollipop.
A muscleman drops into a full gothic hell. Peplum crossbred with a haunted-castle picture, and it looks it.
Satanists chase a Winnebago across Texas. Better than that sounds.
Underwater Nazi zombies rise off a tropical island. Peter Cushing, John Carradine, and real dread.
A nouveau-roman novelist makes a nunsploitation film and refuses to let it mean anything.
Franco's arthouse credentials, such as they are. Fritz Lang liked it.
Spanish Carmilla adaptation with an unusually pointed anger about marriage.
Di Leo's most cynical crime film. A mob enforcer navigates a Mafia war where everyone is corrupt.
Lee Van Cleef, one three-way showdown, and the Bacalov theme you know from Kill Bill.
Historically pivotal, formally inert. Watch ten minutes and read about the rest.
Ten heirs in a Scottish castle, strangled one at a time. Kinski included.
Mario Adorf on foot versus a car. Best chase in Italian cinema.
Rollin with a fuzz-guitar band and a vampire who lives in the clock. His most fun.
A proto-slasher that front-loads its nastiness, then becomes a different and stranger film.
Body piercings, a penis monster, and Lemmy on narration. Troma's actual masterpiece.
The Ramsay brothers' witch movie, with musical numbers between the murders.
Lustig doing it straight. Robert Forster deserves better and knows it.
Trucker versus the cartel. Earnest, blue-collar, better than expected.
Late Italian entry. Laura Gemser, and a body count instead of a plot.
Franco doing the formula early, with Mercedes McCambridge as the warden.
The most hysterical nunsploitation film ever made. A convent, two possessed girls, and constant screaming.
Larry Cohen shooting Harlem guerrilla-style. James Brown scores it.
Tamara Dobson, six feet two, government agent. Shelley Winters overacts gloriously.
Alien via Rome, with exploding chests and a Goblin score doing heavy lifting.
Buttgereit's bleakest: seven suicides, one rotting corpse holding it together.