Wolfen
Not really a werewolf film. Something older is hunting in the ruins of the South Bronx.
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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Not really a werewolf film. Something older is hunting in the ruins of the South Bronx.
A Beverly Hills teenager suspects his family are not human. The last twenty minutes prove it, wetly.
Abel Ferrara's second film. A mute seamstress, a .45, and a nun's habit at the end.
Fulci's dream logic at its least coherent and most atmospheric. The dubbing of the child is a war crime.
Fulci's most repellent film, and it is truly designed to make you feel bad for watching it.
Joe Spinell wrote himself the lead and Tom Savini blew his own head off on camera.
Jodorowsky's most coherent film, which is a comparative statement. A circus, an armless mother and a son who lends her his hands.
A young man carries his surgically-separated deformed twin in a wicker basket, and they are taking revenge.
A cheap, badly acted summer camp slasher with an ending that has been argued about for forty years.
67 minutes of black and white industrial noise made over eighteen months by a crew that mostly quit.
A woman is repeatedly assaulted by an invisible entity, and the film sides with her against the psychiatrists.
Lamberto Bava, produced by Argento, and it is a film about a cinema audience being turned into monsters inside the cinema.
Stuart Gordon and Jeffrey Combs reunite after Re-Animator for a Lovecraft story about a machine that reveals what is always there.
Tobe Hooper's space-vampire epic, adapted from Colin Wilson, and it is completely insane in the best way.
Argento's last great film, and the needles taped under the eyes are the image of his career.
The best film on the prosecuted list. Savini's raft scene is why it was on it.
Angela Carter adapting herself. Nested fairy tales about what adults tell girls about men.
Sold as the most violent film ever made. Lenzi chasing Deodato and killing more animals to do it.
A priest hangs himself and opens a gate. Fulci at his least coherent and most upsetting.
A tax collector shelters in a haunted temple and falls in love with a ghost enslaved by a tree demon with a very long tongue.
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.
Wes Craven in Haiti, adapting a real ethnobotanist's account of the drug behind zombie folklore.
A man spends three years looking for his girlfriend and is finally offered the answer on one condition.
The Suspiria sequel. Less coherent, more beautiful, and has the best underwater sequence Argento shot.
Kathryn Bigelow's vampires are a violent family in a camper van. The word is never used.
A divorce film with a tentacle in it. Adjani's U-Bahn scene is the most extreme acting on this site.
Jennifer Connelly communicates with insects at a Swiss boarding school, and there is a chimpanzee with a razor.
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.
A widower, an empty mansion and a wheelchair coming down the stairs. Enormously effective.
Makes them fast and talkative. Easily the funniest film in this category, and a bleak ending under the jokes.
Rob Bottin was 21. Released months from American Werewolf and between them they finished the subgenre.
Romero and King doing EC Comics, with panel borders, primary lighting and a story about a cake.
King wrote the novel and thought it too bleak to publish. The film keeps the bleakness.
The funniest Lovecraft adaptation ever made, which is not what anybody expected.
Everybody remembers the head. The film underneath is about a pharmaceutical company and a custody dispute.