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Jack Hill doing Othello with teenage gangs. Much smarter than it needs to be.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
Jack Hill doing Othello with teenage gangs. Much smarter than it needs to be.
Castellari's Death Wish. An ordinary engineer, brutalised and ignored, arms himself.
Lustig doing it straight. Robert Forster deserves better and knows it.
Grim, well acted, and the best film in the cycle by some distance.
The eyepatch Tarantino copied. Contains real hardcore inserts and a real animal death.
Paul Schrader script, and the last twenty minutes are perfect.
Pam Grier's arrival. Jack Hill knows exactly what he has.
Ferrara's best. Zoë Lund is extraordinary and the ending is a genuine image.
A flamethrower and a meat grinder. Death Wish with the restraint removed.
One sheriff, one hickory club, and the blueprint for every Southern vigilante picture after it.
A dead cop stalks New York in uniform. Larry Cohen writes, Robert Z'Dar's jaw does the rest.
Abandons realism entirely. Bronson defends a housing block with a machine gun.
Carpenter remaking Rio Bravo for $100,000. The ice cream scene is still shocking.
Bronson as a liberal architect who buys a gun. A phenomenon, and reactionary.
Barely exploitation, entirely brilliant. A subway ride as Greek epic.
The vigilante with a badge. Pauline Kael called it fascist and was not wrong.
The same story told by people who knew the protagonist was unwell.