Supervixens
Meyer's biggest hit of the decade, and his cartoon violence at its most cartoonish.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Meyer's biggest hit of the decade, and his cartoon violence at its most cartoonish.
The killer paralyses you first so you feel it. A first-rank giallo nobody name-checks.
Jimmy Wang Yu wrecks Sydney, with hang-gliding and a man actually on fire. Peak crossover.
A family curse, a killer in a red cloak, and a legend that kills every hundred years.
Anthony Wong won Best Actor for this. Then you find out what goes in the pork buns.
Mannequins that move, telekinesis, and a masked killer. Far stranger than a slasher should be.
Cannibal desire filmed like an art installation, and it will not hurry for you.
The one that made the money and triggered the obscenity fight.
Best title in the genre. Poe adaptation with Edwige Fenech and a black cat.
The blind masseur who is also the deadliest swordsman alive. The first of twenty-five-plus.
Delphine Seyrig as Bathory in an empty Ostend hotel. Genuinely elegant.
Corman in Argentina. The genuine article, for better and worse.
Ninety minutes of driving and one of cinema's great abrupt endings.
Nothing to do with Django, and one of the strangest and cruelest westerns Italy ever shot.
More of the same, with flamethrowers and property developers as villains.
Linda Blair, a frat hazing, an old dark house. Atmosphere over arterial spray, and better for it.
Same Ilsa, new empire. The harem keeps the whip, loses the swastika.
Deodato's first pass. Slower, meaner, less interesting than what followed.
The eurospy archetype, from a French agent who beat James Bond into print by four years.
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.