Horrors of Malformed Men
Suppressed by Toei for decades. Butoh dancing, an island, and total delirium.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Suppressed by Toei for decades. Butoh dancing, an island, and total delirium.
Not a Santo film. A forked-tongue demon eating brains with a spoon.
The Mexican gothic at its cobwebbed peak, Universal horror with the fog cranked up.
An art film that was sold as a vampire picture. Recut and buried for decades.
Rollin at his purest. Two women in clown costume, a castle, almost no dialogue.
Jack Hill's first, Lon Chaney Jr's last good role. Very odd and very fond.
Cushing called it the worst film he ever made. He was being generous.
Coffin Joe returns, still hunting the perfect woman, and the film turns Technicolor to show you Hell.
Mexico's caped vampire, fanged on screen a year before Hammer got there.
Rollin's best, and the one where the pretty dream logic finally grows teeth.
Rollin's most coherent, which is not saying a great deal. Gorgeous.
Rollin with the vampires stripped out, and his best film for it.
Rollin's best late film. Melancholy where the Italians were loud.
Margheriti and Barbara Steele do the burned-witch gothic, and the fog does half the acting.
A secret society, a Paris chateau, and dream logic all the way down.
Pakistan's first horror film: Hammer's Dracula, plus musical numbers, minus permission.
Barbara Steele twice over, one of them back from the grave, scored by a young Morricone.
A widower lures redheads to his castle to get over his dead wife. Nonsense plot, glorious mood.
Two women lure travellers to a country house and drain them. British, bloody, erotic.
Franco at his dreamiest. Distributors added zombies later without telling him.
A resurrected torturer stalks his own castle. Bava on more commercial autopilot, still gorgeous.
Bava's most personal film, and his strangest. Telly Savalas as the devil, holding a lollipop.
A muscleman drops into a full gothic hell. Peplum crossbred with a haunted-castle picture, and it looks it.
Franco's arthouse credentials, such as they are. Fritz Lang liked it.
Spanish Carmilla adaptation with an unusually pointed anger about marriage.
Rollin with a fuzz-guitar band and a vampire who lives in the clock. His most fun.
Franco doing the formula early, with Mercedes McCambridge as the warden.
The most hysterical nunsploitation film ever made. A convent, two possessed girls, and constant screaming.
A ghost child with a white ball. Fellini and Scorsese both stole from it.
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.
Barbara Steele in a haunted house on a bet. Better than it sounds.
Delphine Seyrig as Bathory in an empty Ostend hotel. Genuinely elegant.
Bava builds an alien planet out of fog and two rocks, and Alien quietly borrowed the skeleton.
Where the entire Franco machine started. Everything he made for forty years is in here somewhere.
Freda walked off Italy's first sound horror; Bava finished it. The whole euro-gothic shelf starts here.