Late Night Trains
Last House on a train, scored by Ennio Morricone, which is a sentence that should not be true.
486 entries, from the 1931 Universal cycle to last year. Curated, not exhaustive: a short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
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Last House on a train, scored by Ennio Morricone, which is a sentence that should not be true.
Nazisploitation at its most worthless. On the list for good reason and worth nobody's evening.
The first fifteen minutes are notorious. The remaining seventy are a different and much duller film.
D'Amato remaking his own Anthropophagous as a Halloween knock-off. Grim and dull in equal measure.
An Alien knock-off with exploding chests and a Goblin score doing heavy lifting throughout.
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.
A haunted mirror and a Halloween score Ulli Lommel could not afford to license properly.
Almost no cannibalism. A slaughterhouse worker, a body count and Franco-era Spanish class rage.
Deodato's Last House riff with David Hess again. Mean, cheap and effective at exactly one thing.
Bruno Mattei splicing stock documentary footage into a zombie film and hoping nobody notices.
Jess Franco doing a slasher for German money. Contains the stone-saw scene and little else.
The first gore film. Shot in four days for 24,500 dollars and it looks it, which is half the appeal.
Zombies caused by an agricultural radiation device, shot in the Lake District. Much better than it sounds.
Famous for two shots and unwatchable between them. George Eastman wrote himself the title role.
Eerie, well made, and completely undeserving of the list. Stan Winston's effects.
Hooper on a real budget with Rick Baker's monster. Nowhere near nasty enough to be on this list.
Hooper's follow-up to Chain Saw, shot entirely on a sound stage lit in red. A hotel, a scythe and a crocodile.
Ferrara's debut, and mostly a film about being broke in New York. The sleeve got it prosecuted.
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.
Fulci's dream logic at its least coherent and most atmospheric. The dubbing of the child is a war crime.
Ursula Andress and Stacy Keach in New Guinea. Real animal deaths, which is why it stays notorious.
The best film on the prosecuted list. Savini's raft scene is why it was on it.
Sold as the most violent film ever made. Lenzi chasing Deodato and killing more animals to do it.
The Suspiria sequel. Less coherent, more beautiful, and has the best underwater sequence Argento shot.
A divorce film with a tentacle in it. Adjani's U-Bahn scene is the most extreme acting on this site.
The hinge between giallo and slasher. Friday the 13th Part 2 lifts two murders almost shot for shot.
Argento's last great giallo, and the one with the three-minute crane shot up the side of a house.
Almost no coherent plot and that is the argument for it. One of the bleakest endings in the genre.
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.
Ebert called it the worst film ever made. Clover argued the camera is with her throughout. Both cases are live.
Craven remaking Bergman on no money. To avoid fainting, keep repeating: it's only a movie.
Runs backwards and uses infrasound to make you physically unwell. About 200 walked out at Cannes.