Ecstasy of the Angels
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
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.
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
The first Brazilian horror film, and the birth of Coffin Joe, a national icon with terrible fingernails.
A nouveau-roman novelist makes a nunsploitation film and refuses to let it mean anything.
Anthony Wong won Best Actor for this. Then you find out what goes in the pork buns.
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.
Divine competes to be the filthiest person alive. The most notorious act in film history closes it.
Jodorowsky's spiritual epic. Every frame is a blasphemous tableau, and it is dead serious.
Lynch's industrial nightmare about fatherhood. It played midnight for years and made him.