Lisa and the Devil
Bava's most personal film, and his strangest. Telly Savalas as the devil, holding a lollipop.
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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.
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.
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.
Far angrier and more political than the packaging suggests.
Maciste renamed again, fighting a shapeshifter. Cheerfully incoherent.
Jacopetti and Prosperi's slavery reconstruction, and the most indefensible thing the mondo pair ever shot.
Bruno Mattei rips off Dawn of the Dead with a Goblin score he also stole. Gloriously shameless.
A ghost child with a white ball. Fellini and Scorsese both stole from it.
Anita Ekberg, morphine, and a plot that gives up around the hour mark.
A disgraced executioner and his toddler take the assassin's road. The pram has blades in it.
Spanish, incoherent, and gleefully stupid. 'Bastard! Bastard!'
Larry Cohen, a dragon over Manhattan, and a great Michael Moriarty.
Di Leo's saddest. Oliver Reed, and a Morricone theme that hurts.
Narrated by a paralysed man presumed dead. Unusual and very good.
Electrified worms in Georgia. Rick Baker's early effects are the draw.
Martino at his most efficient. Nobody wastes a frame.
The point where the black-and-white krimi tips over into full-colour giallo delirium.