All the Colors of the Dark
Satanic paranoia in Swinging London. Edwige Fenech is excellent.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
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.
A man rebuilds his dead girlfriend from the parts of exploded sex workers. Exactly that stupid, and great.
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.
Written as satire, shot straight, and stranger than either choice on its own.
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.
Stan Winston effects and a good twist. Underseen.
Lenzi recycling other films' footage into a Jonestown story. Grim work.
Daiei's cut-price answer to Godzilla. A flying turtle. Children loved it.
93 cars destroyed for real. The director broke his own ankles. Worth it.
The biker cycle's Jack Nicholson entry, shot by Laszlo Kovacs and a cut above the AIP norm.
Freda walked off Italy's first sound horror; Bava finished it. The whole euro-gothic shelf starts here.
Where Kill Bill got most of its ideas, including the snow.
Kobayashi and Mifune against feudal authority again. It builds slowly and then it does not stop.
Tobe Hooper does a carnival slasher. A deformed killer, a hall of mirrors, and real dread.
Four Robert Bloch stories, Cushing and Lee on hand, and barely a drop of the title's blood.
Bava and Christopher Lee doing sadomasochism the censors did not catch.
The eyepatch Tarantino copied. Contains real hardcore inserts and a real animal death.
Hammer's last gasp. Christopher Lee said it finished the studio off.
Fred Williamson in a cape. Castellari doing Warriors on a Roman budget.
A gunfighter mentors a despised young man, then has to face what he created. Van Cleef at his best.