The Queen of Black Magic
Suzzanna, Indonesia's horror queen, wronged by a whole village and collecting on the debt.
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Suzzanna, Indonesia's horror queen, wronged by a whole village and collecting on the debt.
Shaw Brothers black magic: worms, curses and a Taoist priest fighting a Thai sorcerer.
Ninety minutes of restrained Shaw revenge, then twenty of rotting-corpse insanity.
The most deranged thing Shaw Brothers ever paid for, and it never slows down to explain itself.
The Terminator, if the machine were a sea goddess and had no shame whatsoever.
The Indonesian one everybody means: a flying witch's head, viscera trailing, hunting in the dark.
The hit that proved Indian audiences would pay to watch a man in a rubber demon mask.
The first Brazilian horror film, and the birth of Coffin Joe, a national icon with terrible fingernails.
The Italian Exorcist. Warner sued. It made money anyway.
A dead 1940s gangster possesses a mild law student. Blaxploitation crossed with the supernatural.
Made by the couple who then wrote American Graffiti. A nightmare that never explains itself.
The blaxploitation Exorcist. A minister's wife is possessed by a sex demon. Warner Bros sued.
The rare sequel that adds Pam Grier and a shred of dignity.
The Exorcist, shot-for-shot, in Istanbul, with the same score. Astonishing nerve.
A detective investigates random killers who all say God ordered it. It goes somewhere insane.
Satanists chase a Winnebago across Texas. Better than that sounds.
The Ramsay brothers' witch movie, with musical numbers between the murders.
The best Amicus omnibus, and Joan Collins versus a killer Santa two years before Black Christmas.
A plough turns up a skull and a village falls apart. Coined the term.
Hammer's last gasp. Christopher Lee said it finished the studio off.
Romero's vampire film. A boy who needs blood, and no fangs, cape or certainty that he is one.
Hammer's best occult film. Lee as the hero for once, and enjoying it.
Made by an industrial-film director for $33,000. Genuinely haunted.
George C. Scott versus a bouncing red ball. The best serious ghost film of its decade.
A flying silver sphere, a towering undertaker, and dream logic. Nobody has explained it since.
A 1922 documentary about witchcraft that is also a horror film. Way ahead of itself.
Studio horror with a Goldsmith choir and four very memorable deaths.
Nothing supernatural is ever shown. It does not need to be.
Plays it entirely straight and takes the theology seriously. Still works.