Flavia the Heretic
Far angrier and more political than the packaging suggests.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
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.
Buttgereit's necrophilia sequel, prosecuted on arrival, and stranger than the first.
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.
The most extreme of the sadiconazista cycle, and the only one shaped like a love story.
Rollin does an outbreak. A pesticide turns wine-country villagers into oozing killers.
Barbara Steele married to a necrophile surgeon, and Freda smuggling it past the 1962 censors on innuendo alone.
Deodato points Last House at a dinner party. Grubby, mean, effective.
The Japanese splatter movement at full arterial pressure, from the man who built it.
Captain America and a Mexican wrestler fight Spider-Man, who is a murderer. Unlicensed, obviously.
Grim, well acted, and the best film in the cycle by some distance.
Not pinky violence. Fukasaku's handheld yakuza epic, and a classic.
Barbara Steele in a haunted house on a bet. Better than it sounds.
Troma's toxic high school, second only to Toxie. Exactly as stupid as you want it to be.
The one that broke kung fu in America, months before Bruce Lee did.
The film that made Nikkatsu's S&M line a going concern. Rope, and lots of it.
Fulci does a bleak, hallucinatory western. Four outcasts cross a hostile frontier. Most do not make it.
Jaws with a bear, pitched exactly that way, and it worked.
A bridal-couture killer who narrates his own psychosis, and the best ghost gag Bava ever staged.
A blind monk, a bladed hat on a chain, and a tournament. Perfect.
Honda's mushroom-people film. Far bleaker than anything else Toho made.
Kroger Babb toured it for twenty years with a fake nurse in the lobby.
They cast Sean Connery's actual brother. That is the entire idea.
A giant pig film shot like a perfume ad. Somehow works.
A live-action gore manga where nobody has heard of restraint or arterial pressure.