Prophecy
Mercury poisoning produces a mutant bear in the Maine woods, and it is angrier about logging than most activists.
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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Mercury poisoning produces a mutant bear in the Maine woods, and it is angrier about logging than most activists.
A Sierra Nevada fort in 1847, cannibalism as manifest destiny, and a score unlike any other.
Shot in a real abandoned asylum, and the building does most of the work.
A Beverly Hills teenager suspects his family are not human. The last twenty minutes prove it, wetly.
Ferrara's debut, and mostly a film about being broke in New York. The sleeve got it prosecuted.
A radio DJ and a switchboard operator in 1950s New Mexico chase a signal across one night. Shot for almost nothing.
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.
Abel Ferrara's second film. A mute seamstress, a .45, and a nun's habit at the end.
Dementia as a house that grows corridors. The last ten minutes are unexpectedly tender.
Told out of order in six chapters, shot on 35mm by Giovanni Ribisi. The structure is the whole trick.
Two brothers return to the UFO death cult they escaped, and time is looping in the hills.
An American in Bucharest who cannot speak the language and is not being believed. Quietly excellent.
Joe Spinell wrote himself the lead and Tom Savini blew his own head off on camera.
A lonely young woman decides that if she cannot find a whole person to love, she will assemble one.
Anna Kendrick's directorial debut, about the serial killer who appeared on The Dating Game mid-spree.
An Iranian vampire western shot in California, in Farsi, in black and white. Nothing else looks like it.
A young man carries his surgically-separated deformed twin in a wicker basket, and they are taking revenge.
Two actors, a cabin and a camera. Mark Duplass is the most unsettling thing in modern horror.
A South Sudanese couple in British asylum housing. The haunting and the bureaucracy are the same thing.
Cronenberg's second feature, with an experimental skin graft, a stinger in an armpit, and a plague across Montreal.
A cheap, badly acted summer camp slasher with an ending that has been argued about for forty years.
A woman is repeatedly assaulted by an invisible entity, and the film sides with her against the psychiatrists.
Nicolas Cage, alpacas, and a colour that does not exist. More faithful than most attempts.
A German alpine resort, Hunter Schafer, and Dan Stevens doing an accent. Deeply strange.
Stuart Gordon and Jeffrey Combs reunite after Re-Animator for a Lovecraft story about a machine that reveals what is always there.
A 1977 Halloween talk show broadcast, live, going wrong. David Dastmalchian finally gets a lead.
Argento's last great film, and the needles taped under the eyes are the image of his career.
Barry Levinson made a found-footage eco-horror about a Chesapeake town and parasitic isopods.
The best film on the prosecuted list. Savini's raft scene is why it was on it.
Two children snowed in with their father's new partner, who has a history with a cult.
Made for 33,000 dollars by an industrial film-maker in Kansas, and it looks like a dream somebody had.
Barely a horror film and one of the most upsetting things on this site. About a life not lived.
The best of Corman's Poe cycle, shot by Nicolas Roeg on sets left over from Becket.
A baby alligator flushed down a toilet grows huge on discarded lab animals in the sewers. John Sayles wrote it and it is a delight.
The title card arrives 33 minutes in, which tells you what kind of film it intends to be.