Road Games
Rear Window in a truck, with Stacy Keach and Jamie Lee Curtis.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Rear Window in a truck, with Stacy Keach and Jamie Lee Curtis.
People melt in primary colours. Tasteless, inventive, weirdly beautiful.
Curtis Mayfield's score critiques the film it's in. Remarkable object.
A swordsman with no morals and no motive cuts his way through the film. It stops rather than ends.
The best Amicus omnibus, and Joan Collins versus a killer Santa two years before Black Christmas.
Sollima's best. A manhunt that keeps turning into a political argument.
Peter Weir's debut. A town that farms car crashes. Very strange.
Castellari's Mad Max, with perspex cars and George Eastman. Sold in the US as Warriors of the Wasteland.
The film that made Shaw Brothers switch to male leads and stay there.
The Martino/Fenech formula, arriving fully formed. Cut and retitled Blade of the Ripper in the US.
A three-bladed sword that fires two of the blades. Sold on that alone.
Suzuki given a budget cut and responding with pop-art abstraction.
Eyeless Templars on skeletal horses in slow motion. Best monster design of the 70s.
Burt Reynolds, moonshine, and the blueprint for a decade of Southern comedy.
Spanish, sun-bleached, upsetting. The opening newsreel is a hard sell.
Starts as caveman fantasy, becomes science fiction with no warning.
The last fertile woman on Earth, in a quarry outside Rome.
Satanic paranoia in Swinging London. Edwige Fenech is excellent.
The first gore film. Barely competent, historically unavoidable.
Got Suzuki fired from Nikkatsu for making films nobody understood. Correct.
Jonathan Demme's debut, and it is visibly a Jonathan Demme film.
A cemetery caretaker shoots the returning dead and falls in love repeatedly. Beautiful and deranged.
Spanish-Italian, shot in England, and much smarter than its stablemates.
Saul Bass's only feature. Ants, geometry, and an ending nobody saw for 40 years.
Bava builds an alien planet out of fog and two rocks, and Alien quietly borrowed the skeleton.
A killer in a giant owl mask, a locked theatre, and Soavi announcing himself.
Where the entire Franco machine started. Everything he made for forty years is in here somewhere.
A plough turns up a skull and a village falls apart. Coined the term.
The Fenech giallo distilled to its purest form: models, murders, and no reason to solve any of it.
A rural giallo with no gloss and a deep, patient dread. Often voted the best one going.
Fulci does a clockwork giallo. A woman's vision of a murder turns out to be her own future.
A child is murdered in Venice. A grieving father hunts the killer through the fog.
A rock star is elected president and puts everyone over 35 in LSD re-education camps.
Almost entirely people walking around an island. Then two minutes of infamy.
Zapata western with Franco Nero and a very good Morricone theme.
Bava doing pop art on pocket change. Genuinely one of the best-designed films ever.