Death Walks at Midnight
Ercoli's brighter, faster Death Walks. Nieves Navarro sees a murder and nobody buys it.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Ercoli's brighter, faster Death Walks. Nieves Navarro sees a murder and nobody buys it.
The best-looking giallo nobody names, shot by Storaro between two Bertoluccis.
Barely a murder mystery. A slow psychological collapse, and superb.
Ercoli's best. Structurally cleverer than most of the cycle.
A widower lures redheads to his castle to get over his dead wife. Nonsense plot, glorious mood.
Spanish, incoherent, and gleefully stupid. 'Bastard! Bastard!'
Narrated by a paralysed man presumed dead. Unusual and very good.
Martino at his most efficient. Nobody wastes a frame.
The point where the black-and-white krimi tips over into full-colour giallo delirium.
A bridal-couture killer who narrates his own psychosis, and the best ghost gag Bava ever staged.
The killer paralyses you first so you feel it. A first-rank giallo nobody name-checks.
A family curse, a killer in a red cloak, and a legend that kills every hundred years.
Best title in the genre. Poe adaptation with Edwige Fenech and a black cat.
The Martino/Fenech formula, arriving fully formed. Cut and retitled Blade of the Ripper in the US.
Satanic paranoia in Swinging London. Edwige Fenech is excellent.
A killer in a giant owl mask, a locked theatre, and Soavi announcing himself.
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.
American giallo in Catholic New Jersey. Genuinely disturbing and well acted.
Fulci does psychedelia. The dog scene got him prosecuted.
Genuinely nasty and hard to defend. The killer quacks. It doesn't help.
Sleazy for an hour, then a brilliant silent final act.
The one usually called the first giallo. Still half a krimi.
Fulci's best film and his angriest. A giallo about mob justice in a village.
Unusually sad for a giallo, and much better for it.
Argento's third. Unavailable for decades, and worth the wait for the last shot.
Argento's least favourite of his own films. He is roughly right.
The template, and still the best-looking film on this list.
Argento's sequel to Suspiria. Even less plot, even more colour. A building that is alive.
Bava invents the slasher a decade early. Friday the 13th copied two kills outright.
Argento's coldest and cleverest. That crane shot earns its reputation.
Argento's debut, and the film that made the giallo an export.
Argento's best. Goblin's score does half the work and knows it.
Barely a giallo and barely a plot. Possibly the most beautiful horror film ever shot.