Nunsploitation ranked by blasphemy
Ranked from the merely sacrilegious up to Ken Russell torching a cathedral. The habit comes off in reel one either way.
The argument format. Make one, fork someone else's, or just take the recommendations and go.
Ranked from the merely sacrilegious up to Ken Russell torching a cathedral. The habit comes off in reel one either way.
Italian cops who close cases by ignoring the courts and the paperwork. Start at the top, before the moustaches blur together.
The tapes the DPP put on its seize-on-sight list. Prosecuting them in a country with ferries to France was the best advertising any of them ever got.
Six films, in this order. By the end you will know whether you can live without the plot making sense.
Australia spent fifteen years making films about the country trying to kill you. These are the ones that meant it.
For the friend who liked Hereditary and thinks that is the deep end. Nothing here will make them leave the room.
The graduate course after the giallo: cobwebbed castles and a dead woman who will not stay buried, lit by Bava like nobody since.
After Jaws, every drive-in needed its own hungry animal. Some got a shark, some had to make do with a very large pig.
West Germany filmed most of Edgar Wallace in fog, with a hooded killer and a wildly overqualified cast. Comfort food with a body count.
Roger Corman worked out you could film the whole genre in the Philippines for nothing, and everyone spent the next decade reshooting his shower scene.
Shot twice, dressed for the Madrid censor and naked for the drive-in. The blind Templars on skeletal horses are still the best monster on the shelf.
Films whose legend outran them: banned, prosecuted, or argued about for forty years by people who mostly have not seen them.
Prosecuted, banned, dismissed or filed on the wrong shelf. All of them are good.
Nobody has published one yet. Go first.