The Burning Moon
Shot-on-video German splatter so homemade you can smell the garage. Ittenbach's Herschell Gordon Lewis tribute act.
519 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Shot-on-video German splatter so homemade you can smell the garage. Ittenbach's Herschell Gordon Lewis tribute act.
A couple who find that killing is the only thing that works, followed all the way down.
Simon Yam as the Rainy Night Butcher, fully off the leash. Cat III at its ugliest.
Black magic, exploding wizards, and a curse that turns a man's head into a penis. Cat III lost its mind.
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
Pete Walker builds a secret prison to punish the censors who wanted one. Sheila Keith is the nightmare.
A drunk man accidentally orders a hit on his own wife, and it is all downhill from there.
Mykonos has never looked prettier or hosted anything uglier. Mastorakis dared himself to be banned and won.
The Richard Speck murders restaged as avant-garde pink film. Wakamatsu's coldest hour.
The first Brazilian horror film, and the birth of Coffin Joe, a national icon with terrible fingernails.
Coffin Joe returns, still hunting the perfect woman, and the film turns Technicolor to show you Hell.
Anthony Wong versus the world, armed with a virus and no impulse control.
The fake snuff film that got Charlie Sheen on the phone to the FBI.
Deliverance relocated to the Belgian mud, and just as unwilling to let anyone leave.
A nouveau-roman novelist makes a nunsploitation film and refuses to let it mean anything.
Body piercings, a penis monster, and Lemmy on narration. Troma's actual masterpiece.
Buttgereit's bleakest: seven suicides, one rotting corpse holding it together.
Buttgereit's necrophilia sequel, prosecuted on arrival, and stranger than the first.
Anthony Wong won Best Actor for this. Then you find out what goes in the pork buns.
Cannibal desire filmed like an art installation, and it will not hurry for you.
Divine's crime spree as performance art. Waters at his most focused and vicious.
An acclaimed animator's fairytale about a noblewoman and a well-equipped forest beast, banned on sight.
Jodorowsky's late masterpiece. A circus, a cult, an armless mother, and her son's hands.
Opens with fifty-four schoolgirls and an oncoming train. Then it gets stranger.
The French extremity wave stripped to one room, one night, and a pair of scissors.
Aja before Hollywood, at maximum brutality, with a twist that still starts fights.
Revenge as a chew toy. Nobody in Korean cinema has been crueller for longer.
Divine competes to be the filthiest person alive. The most notorious act in film history closes it.
The New French Extremity's defining title, and the one that empties the room.
The coldest panel of Park's revenge trilogy, with no jokes and no mercy in it.
Jodorowsky's spiritual epic. Every frame is a blasphemous tableau, and it is dead serious.
The slowest, sweetest bait-and-switch in horror. Miike lets you fall for her first.
The art film that shipped its own negatives abroad to beat Japan's censors. Unsimulated, and deadly serious about it.
Noe runs the night backwards so the horror lands before the love does, and half the cinema left before either.
A class of ninth-graders handed weapons and told to kill each other. Fukasaku at seventy, swinging hard.
Lynch's industrial nightmare about fatherhood. It played midnight for years and made him.