The Burning Moon
Shot-on-video German splatter so homemade you can smell the garage. Ittenbach's Herschell Gordon Lewis tribute act.
Films made to offend, that found their audience at midnight. Waters, Jodorowsky, Lynch.
Not a genre so much as a scene: films made deliberately to disgust, provoke or bewilder, which the studios would not touch and which found their audience through late-night repertory screenings. The midnight movie circuit was their distribution system, and word of mouth was their marketing.
The presiding genius of American bad taste. Pink Flamingos (1972), in which Divine competes to be the filthiest person alive and eats dog excrement on camera to settle it, is the purest act of cinematic provocation ever committed to film. Female Trouble and Desperate Living followed. Waters made offence into an art form and did it with genuine wit.
Alejandro Jodorowsky's El Topo and The Holy Mountain built the midnight circuit. David Lynch's Eraserhead (1977) ran at midnight for years and made him. George Romero, John Waters, and the Rocky Horror phenomenon all lived here. Later, Jorg Buttgereit's Nekromantik and the shot-on-video underground extended the tradition.
Transgressive cinema is exploitation's most self-aware wing: it exists to cross lines, and it knows exactly which lines it is crossing. Where the rest of the site's films offend by accident or for profit, these offend on purpose, as the entire point.
Pink Flamingos if your stomach is strong, Eraserhead if it is not.
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.