The Twilight People
The cheapest Island of Doctor Moreau ever committed to film, and one of the most watchable.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
The cheapest Island of Doctor Moreau ever committed to film, and one of the most watchable.
The most deranged thing Shaw Brothers ever paid for, and it never slows down to explain itself.
A parasite gives a young man euphoric highs in exchange for feeding it brains. Addiction as horror.
A man rebuilds his dead girlfriend from the parts of exploded sex workers. Exactly that stupid, and great.
A cemetery caretaker shoots the returning dead and falls in love repeatedly. Beautiful and deranged.
A teen suspects his rich family are not human. The finale proves it, wetly.
$35,000, shot on 42nd Street, and completely charming. The best kind of cheap.
Cronenberg gives Marilyn Chambers a blood-feeding stinger. Montreal falls apart around her.
Sixty-seven minutes of industrial nightmare. Nothing else looks like it.
Stuart Gordon and Jeffrey Combs do Lovecraft again. A machine that lets you see what should stay unseen.
Cronenberg's debut. A phallic parasite turns a luxury apartment tower into an orgy of the infected.
Cronenberg turns a divorce into monsters. Rage made flesh, and it is about his own custody battle.
The exploding head made Cronenberg bankable. The film around it is smarter than that scene.
Long live the new flesh. Cronenberg's prophecy about media, the body, and a chest that opens.