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Saul Bass's only feature. The ants are shot like a nature documentary and it is deeply strange.
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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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 called it the worst film ever made. Clover argued the camera is with her throughout. Both cases are live.