Delirium
A Vietnam veteran, a vigilante group and a plot that gives up. Not the Lamberto Bava one.
88 films
goreledger catalogues 88 horror films from the 1970s. By country of origin: USA (41), Italy (24), UK (17) and Spain (6). The most common subgenres here are extreme / transgressive (23), psychological (18), giallo (12) and gothic (12). The best-documented entries are Alien (1979), Halloween (1978) and Jaws (1975). Of these, 36 were banned, refused or seized somewhere.
A Vietnam veteran, a vigilante group and a plot that gives up. Not the Lamberto Bava one.
A BBC play about a repressed vicar's son in the English countryside, and it is one of the strangest things ever broadcast.
A Canadian courtroom drama about a real murder. Its presence on the list is inexplicable.
The only British film on the DPP list. A novelist, a typist and Fiona Richmond in a farmhouse.
A home invasion built entirely on racial abuse. Genuinely hard to watch and not for craft reasons.
Every line is dubbed, including scenes with nobody talking. Almost hypnotically incompetent.
An Aztec-obsessed killer in New Orleans. A Blood Feast remake in all but name, and slower.
Millie Perkins is extraordinary in it. A sad film about incest and memory, banned as a gore film.
Franco women-in-prison, made fast and cheap. On the list for the category rather than the content.
68 minutes, shot in nine days, and oddly melancholy for something on a banned list.
An asylum where you cannot tell staff from patients. Shot in twelve days in Texas and quite effective.
A women-in-prison film with a brainwashing subplot. Linda Haynes deserved better material.
Mastorakis watched Texas Chain Saw, counted the perversions and wrote a list. It shows.
A woman fresh out of a psychiatric hospital moves to a Connecticut farmhouse, and the film never confirms what is real.
A couple with a failing marriage treat a beach with contempt. Nothing supernatural happens.
A California coastal town waiting for a blood moon, made by the writers of American Graffiti, and it looks like nothing else.
Notorious in Britain almost entirely for its poster. The film is inert.
Paul Naschy in the Himalayas. On the list almost certainly because somebody read the title and stopped.
A man with a flamethrower and a steel room. The mother is the point and the film knows it.
The first Italian cannibal film. A Man Called Horse relocated to Thailand with mondo bolted on.
Descendants of collapsed tunnel workers living under Russell Square, and Donald Pleasence steals it.
Last House on a train, scored by Ennio Morricone, which is a sentence that should not be true.
Bava given complete freedom, and the film is a dream nobody can escape, including the producer.
Nazisploitation at its most worthless. On the list for good reason and worth nobody's evening.
Richard Matheson adapting himself. Colder and nastier than The Haunting, and nearly as good.
The first fifteen minutes are notorious. The remaining seventy are a different and much duller film.
Mexican nunsploitation with an actual argument, and everybody in it screams for eighty minutes.
Nazisploitation, and the tag exists because the shelf gets documented, not because this is worth time.
Anita Ekberg as a morphine-addicted nun in a hospital. Nunsploitation with an actual performance in it.
A dull Manson knock-off with a fake murder stapled on the end and a marketing campaign of hired protesters.
Almost no cannibalism. A slaughterhouse worker, a body count and Franco-era Spanish class rage.
Bava's first-person portrait of a killer who murders brides to recover a childhood memory. Genuinely strange.
Elizabeth Báthory in an empty Ostend hotel out of season, and it is the most elegant vampire film ever made.
Toho asked their ad director what would scare children. He asked his eleven-year-old daughter and filmed her answers.
Amicus adapting the EC Comics, with Joan Collins menaced by a killer Santa and Peter Cushing as a wronged dustman.
Opens with eight minutes of real famine footage, then asks its title question literally.
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.
Zombies caused by an agricultural radiation device, shot in the Lake District. Much better than it sounds.
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 model moves into a Brooklyn brownstone that turns out to be the gateway to Hell, guarded by a blind priest.
Banned outright in Sweden. The coldest film in this category and the one Kill Bill is built from.
A family rents a summer house that heals itself by consuming them. Karen Black, Oliver Reed and Bette Davis.
Hooper's follow-up to Chain Saw, shot entirely on a sound stage lit in red. A hotel, a scythe and a crocodile.
Romero's own favourite. A vampire film in which there may be no vampire, only a disturbed boy with razor blades.
Mercury poisoning produces a mutant bear in the Maine woods, and it is angrier about logging than most activists.
Ferrara's debut, and mostly a film about being broke in New York. The sleeve got it prosecuted.
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.
Fulci's best giallo, a fever of LSD dreams and a murder that may not have happened.
A mondo compilation whose most famous scenes are staged. Sold as real and marketed on being banned.
Shot in 3D with Udo Kier and a spleen. Warhol's name on it, Paul Morrissey's film.
The giallo at its most slasher-like, and the last act is a genuine masterclass in silent suspense.
Vincent Price murders the surgeons who let his wife die, each death based on the plagues of Egypt. A gorgeous, deranged art deco comedy.
A Czech surrealist film about a thirteen-year-old girl, vampires and menstruation, and it is not what that sounds like.
Fulci's best film, and it is about a village killing the wrong person.
Ursula Andress and Stacy Keach in New Guinea. Real animal deaths, which is why it stays notorious.
Cronenberg's second feature, with an experimental skin graft, a stinger in an armpit, and a plague across Montreal.
The most upsetting giallo, and the one with an actual moral centre.
The third of Argento's Animal Trilogy, and the least seen because it was legally locked away for decades.
Publicly funded, debated in the Canadian parliament, and filmed with complete clinical calm.
Cronenberg's divorce, filmed. The angriest thing he ever made and he has said so.
The middle of Argento's Animal Trilogy, and the one he liked least. A blind man and a reporter chase a killer.
The hinge between giallo and slasher. Friday the 13th Part 2 lifts two murders almost shot for shot.
Joe Dante's Jaws cash-in, written by John Sayles, and it is far smarter and funnier than it needed to be.
A tall undertaker, a flying silver sphere, and a film that runs entirely on dream logic. Don Coscarelli was 23.
Ken Russell's best film, cut in every territory it has ever played, and still not properly released.
A zombie fights a shark. There is also an eye and a splinter. Fulci's most purely entertaining film.
Argento's debut, and the film that turned the giallo into an export industry.
Argento's best. Goblin's score does half the work and is fully aware of it.
Ebert gave it zero stars and called it "a vile bag of garbage". Clover argued the camera is with her throughout. Both cases are live.
A nuclear family against a family mutated by nuclear testing. By the end there is no difference in method.
Four years before Halloween and still the most frightening film in the category.
The best zombie film ever made, set in a shopping mall, and much funnier than people remember.
Barely a plot and possibly the most beautiful horror film ever shot.
Craven remaking Bergman on no money. To avoid fainting, keep repeating: it's only a movie.
A musical about a policeman with no sense of humour. The best British horror film ever made.
Grief, Venice, and an edit that keeps showing you the ending before you can read it.
Not marketed as horror and the founding text of an entire horror subgenre.
A film about a man realising his son is not his. Jerry Goldsmith won the Oscar and earned it.
Almost bloodless and completely unbearable. Heat, noise and exhaustion doing all the work.
Five years of weekend shooting, and it is about being a father and being terrified of it.
De Palma's split screens, a bucket of blood, and the last thirty seconds that made an entire genre of ending.
A haunted house film in space, and the crew are contractors arguing about bonuses.
Cost 300,000 dollars, took 70 million, and contains almost no blood at all.
The mechanical shark did not work, so Spielberg shot around it and accidentally made the best one.
Ten Academy Award nominations and ambulances outside cinemas. Still the commercial ceiling for horror.
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