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A BBC play about a repressed vicar's son in the English countryside, and it is one of the strangest things ever broadcast.
72 films
72 horror films with UK as a country of origin are catalogued in the ledger, from 1945 to 2025. The busiest decades are 1970s (17), 2010s (15) and 1960s (11). The most common subgenres here are psychological (23), folk horror (16), gothic (13) and body horror (10). The best-documented entries are Alien (1979), The Shining (1980) and 28 Days Later (2002). Of these, 2 were banned, refused or seized somewhere.
A BBC play about a repressed vicar's son in the English countryside, and it is one of the strangest things ever broadcast.
The only British film on the DPP list. A novelist, a typist and Fiona Richmond in a farmhouse.
A disgraced puppeteer returns to his childhood home carrying a bag he cannot get rid of.
Deserters in the English Civil War eat mushrooms and dig for treasure while reality dissolves. Shot in black and white in twelve days.
A grieving mother and an occultist doing a months-long ritual properly. The tedium is deliberate.
A lone woman on a Cornish island in 1973, a flower, a standing stone, and time coming apart.
A caravan holiday across the English Midlands turns into a killing spree, and it is a very bleak comedy about class and resentment.
A BBFC examiner during the video nasties panic starts to come apart. Essential viewing for this site specifically.
Descendants of collapsed tunnel workers living under Russell Square, and Donald Pleasence steals it.
Richard Matheson adapting himself. Colder and nastier than The Haunting, and nearly as good.
A meek British sound engineer comes apart while dubbing an Italian horror film he can hear but never see.
A scientist and a guide walk into a forest during a pandemic and find a man, and a spirit, that do not want them to leave.
Starts as a kitchen-sink drama about money, ends somewhere else entirely. The turn is brutal.
Amicus adapting the EC Comics, with Joan Collins menaced by a killer Santa and Peter Cushing as a wronged dustman.
Hammer's only zombie film, set in a Cornish village, and it beat Romero to the mass grave by two years.
A British alien-abduction film so incoherent and disturbing it has never been fully explained, by anyone, including its director.
Saul Bass's only feature. The ants are shot like a nature documentary and it is deeply strange.
Something is dug up in a field and the village children form a cult. One third of the unholy trinity.
A Martian spacecraft under a London tube station, and it explains the Devil.
A palliative nurse decides she has been called. Morfydd Clark is terrifying and the last shot is a gut punch.
Vincent Price as a hammy actor murdering the critics who denied him an award, each death staged from Shakespeare.
Four stories tied to one house, written by Robert Bloch, with Christopher Lee and a very young Jon Pertwee joke.
A Sierra Nevada fort in 1847, cannibalism as manifest destiny, and a score unlike any other.
Christopher Lee as the hero for once, and the best script Hammer ever filmed.
Peter Cushing as a witch-hunter who is worse than the vampires, and the Collinson twins were Playboy's first.
A plague-quarantined village visited by a travelling circus, and it is the strangest film Hammer made.
Vincent Price with the camp switched off, torturing people in English summer sunshine.
Shot over lockdown on Zoom in twelve weeks, runs 56 minutes, and is better than it has any right to be.
A haunted red dress moves from customer to customer through a nightmarish department store.
The runic parchment, the smoke on the railway line, and a monster the producer added against the director's wishes.
Brandon Cronenberg working the family seam without embarrassment. The practical effects are appalling in the right way.
Vincent Price murders the surgeons who let his wife die, each death based on the plagues of Egypt. A gorgeous, deranged art deco comedy.
Hammer's only werewolf film, Oliver Reed's first lead, and the transformation is largely his face.
Tehran during the War of the Cities, a djinn, and a mother the state has already stripped of options.
The British portmanteau that every anthology since has copied, and the ventriloquist episode has never been bettered.
A South Sudanese couple in British asylum housing. The haunting and the bureaucracy are the same thing.
Tobe Hooper's space-vampire epic, adapted from Colin Wilson, and it is completely insane in the best way.
Alex Garland being about as subtle as a church door. The final sequence is remarkable regardless.
Angela Carter adapting herself. Nested fairy tales about what adults tell girls about men.
Two children snowed in with their father's new partner, who has a history with a cult.
The best of Corman's Poe cycle, shot by Nicolas Roeg on sets left over from Becket.
Gareth Evans doing folk horror with the fight choreography left in. Much nastier than expected.
Two coroners, one body, one basement. A masterclass in escalating a single location.
Blonde children with glowing eyes and no interest in you. Efficient, cold, 77 minutes.
The Turn of the Screw done perfectly, and it never once tells you whether the ghosts are real.
A yacht, a storm, an ocean liner, and a loop that keeps folding back on a single mother.
Ken Russell's best film, cut in every territory it has ever played, and still not properly released.
Four men, a Swedish forest, and a creature design worth waiting for.
Shows you nothing for two hours and is more frightening than anything that shows you everything.
The film that made Hammer, made in colour, with blood that looks like blood.
Osgood Perkins doing King as a gore comedy. The deaths are elaborate and the film is laughing.
A squad on exercise in the Highlands versus werewolves, and it is closer to a war film than to horror.
Ended Powell's career in Britain because it puts the audience behind the camera and knows it.
Polanski's first English film. A flat, a woman, and hands coming out of the walls.
Philip Glass wrote the score believing it was an art film. That mistake is why it sounds like nothing else.
Christopher Lee plays Dracula as a physical threat rather than a foreign gentleman, and it is over in 82 minutes.
Six women, an uncharted cave, and a group dynamic already poisoned before anything goes wrong.
A musical about a policeman with no sense of humour. The best British horror film ever made.
Mickey Rourke hunts a missing crooner for a client called Louis Cyphre, and the answer is the worst possible one.
Clive Barker adapting his own novella, and the Cenobites are on screen for about eight minutes.
The super-8 reels are the film. Everything between them is a man in an office not turning the lights on.
John Cusack alone in a hotel room for most of the running time, and it is the best single-location King film.
Grief, Venice, and an edit that keeps showing you the ending before you can read it.
A haunted house film in space, hated on release, and the studio destroyed roughly thirty minutes of it.
Boyle and Garland back together, shot largely on iPhones rigged in arrays. Stranger than the sequel anybody expected.
Rick Baker won the first Academy Award for Best Makeup for a transformation that hurts to watch.
A film about a man realising his son is not his. Jerry Goldsmith won the Oscar and earned it.
No villain at all, only a process. The last twenty minutes are the closest film has come to Lovecraft.
Shot on DV, made them fast, and restarted the whole genre for fifteen years.
Body horror about how the industry treats women over fifty, with Demi Moore doing the bravest work of her career.
A haunted house film in space, and the crew are contractors arguing about bonuses.
King hated it. Everyone else was right. The geography of the hotel is deliberately impossible.
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