Boardinghouse
The first shot-on-video horror feature, blown up to 35mm and just as ugly as that sounds.
Gore as the entire attraction, invented by a man who mostly made nudie films.
Films where graphic gore is the product rather than a consequence of the story.
Herschell Gordon Lewis made Blood Feast in 1963 for about $24,500, in nine days, because the nudie-cutie market was collapsing and he needed something drive-ins could not get on television. It is barely competent as filmmaking. It is also the first film built entirely around on-screen dismemberment, and everything in this category descends from it.
Lewis followed it with Two Thousand Maniacs! and Color Me Blood Red, then went back to making nudies.
The form got good when the effects people got good. Tom Savini, who had been a combat photographer in Vietnam, did Dawn of the Dead, Friday the 13th and Maniac. Giannetto De Rossi did Fulci's zombie films. Rob Bottin and Rick Baker took it into major studios.
By the mid-80s the excess had become the joke: Re-Animator, The Evil Dead II, Street Trash, Braindead. The gore is so far past plausibility that the only available response is laughing.
Re-Animator, which is the point where the technique and the writing finally matched.
The first shot-on-video horror feature, blown up to 35mm and just as ugly as that sounds.
H.G. Lewis hands the gore to a real biker gang. The acting is a crime; the piano wire is the point.
Shot-on-video German splatter so homemade you can smell the garage. Ittenbach's Herschell Gordon Lewis tribute act.
Ninety minutes of restrained Shaw revenge, then twenty of rotting-corpse insanity.
Chang Cheh spills more guts here than in any Shaw film before it, and grins the whole way.
A drunk man accidentally orders a hit on his own wife, and it is all downhill from there.
The Indonesian one everybody means: a flying witch's head, viscera trailing, hunting in the dark.
Herschell Gordon Lewis signs off with a meat tenderiser and a gag about chocolate milk.
A stage magician whose tricks are real. Lewis's most interesting idea.
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.
Mexican horror at the gore end: a gorilla-heart transplant, real surgery footage, and a masked lady wrestler.