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Spends an hour as a gentle romantic comedy. That is not an accident.
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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Spends an hour as a gentle romantic comedy. That is not an accident.
Ari Aster's three-hour anxiety odyssey, and it is horror only in the sense that being alive is.
Four years before Halloween and still the most frightening film in the category.
The last great Universal monster, and a suit design nobody has improved on in seventy years.
The bleakest of Romero's trilogy, hated on release, and Tom Savini's best work.
Two missionaries, one house, and Hugh Grant enjoying himself enormously as the worst man alive.
The horror is the grooming of a lonely child by something very old, and the film is clear about it.
Marketed better than almost any horror film this decade. The first hour earns it, the last act is arguable.
Ended Powell's career in Britain because it puts the audience behind the camera and knows it.
Satoshi Kon's animated thriller about a pop idol losing herself, and Aronofsky bought the remake rights just to reuse a shot.
The second of Carpenter's Apocalypse Trilogy, and it is quantum physics as a book of the dead.
A bride versus her new in-laws and their family obligation. Very funny and mean.
A Barcelona apartment block, a news crew, and eighty minutes with no let-up.
Polanski's first English film. A flat, a woman, and hands coming out of the walls.
Predicted most of what people now say about the internet, using a Betamax slot in a man's stomach.
A porn crew shoot on a Texas farm in 1979. Ti West doing the texture of the era properly.
Go in knowing nothing. The structure is the point and every synopsis ruins it.
Philip Glass wrote the score believing it was an art film. That mistake is why it sounds like nothing else.
Reconciles King's novel with Kubrick's film, which should not have been possible.
A surgeon steals faces for his disfigured daughter. Filmed with a tenderness that makes it far worse.
A teenager works out his new neighbour is a vampire and no adult will believe him, so he hires a washed-up TV host.
The King novel everyone said was unfilmable. One bed, two handcuffs, and a degloving.
Not a remake so much as an argument with the original. Colder, longer, and about postwar German guilt.
Opens with a real incident: formaldehyde poured into the Han river in 2000. Funny, which nothing else here manages.
Produced by del Toro, and it is a film about a mother rather than a house.
A vertical prison and a descending table of food. The metaphor is a brick and the film is effective anyway.
Shyamalan's high-concept swing: a serial killer takes his daughter to a pop concert that is a police trap for him.
A black bear ingests a fortune in dropped cocaine and goes on a rampage. Loosely, very loosely, based on a true event.
A weekend away with a reveal in the first act rather than the third, which is the smart choice.
The best zombie film ever made, set in a shopping mall, and much funnier than people remember.
Jeremy Irons plays twin gynaecologists who share everything, and Cronenberg's coldest, saddest film.
Moves the cabin to a Los Angeles tower block. The cheese grater is the sequence people talk about.
Christopher Lee plays Dracula as a physical threat rather than a foreign gentleman, and it is over in 82 minutes.
One rule, followed exactly. The most frightening use of a wide shot in modern horror.
Cronenberg's most restrained film, and Christopher Walken plays a man who can see how it ends.
Most werewolf folklore you think is ancient was invented for this script in 1941.