Delirium
A Vietnam veteran, a vigilante group and a plot that gives up. Not the Lamberto Bava one.
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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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.