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A remote Brazilian village disappears from the map and finds itself hunted for sport. Weird, angry and unclassifiable.
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 remote Brazilian village disappears from the map and finds itself hunted for sport. Weird, angry and unclassifiable.
Two actors, a cabin and a camera. Mark Duplass is the most unsettling thing in modern horror.
Nicolas Cage, alpacas, and a colour that does not exist. More faithful than most attempts.
Barry Levinson made a found-footage eco-horror about a Chesapeake town and parasitic isopods.
Two children snowed in with their father's new partner, who has a history with a cult.
A teacher calmly tells her class she knows two of them killed her daughter, and that she has already taken revenge.
Three people stuck on a chairlift. Almost nothing else, and that is enough.
Nazi zombies with a real budget and a unusually good first act. Better than the premise deserves.
Reworks the structure with the assault largely off screen, which removes nothing it needs.
The concierge of a Barcelona apartment block cannot bear that a tenant is happy, so he makes sure she is not.
A dinner party where you spend ninety minutes unsure whether the host is grieving or dangerous.
Gareth Evans doing folk horror with the fight choreography left in. Much nastier than expected.
A dance troupe, spiked sangria, and Gaspar Noé's camera refusing to cut. Unbearable by design.
A punk band plays the wrong venue. Jeremy Saulnier does not flinch and neither does the film.
Two coroners, one body, one basement. A masterclass in escalating a single location.
A Norwegian student with a repressive religious upbringing discovers her desire has physical consequences.
Norwegian students follow a poacher who turns out to hunt state-secret trolls. Deadpan and enormous.
A Swedish customs officer who can smell guilt meets a man who smells like nothing she recognises.
Austrian, cold, and it works out its own twist early enough that the dread is the point.
A descent into the Paris catacombs that becomes a descent into hell, shot for real under the city.
A dinner party the night a comet passes, and reality starts to fork. Shot in one house in five nights.
A secret agent catches a serial killer, releases him, and does it again. And again.
Nicolas Cage, a chainsaw duel and Jóhann Jóhannsson's last score. Not for everyone and not trying to be.
Four men, a Swedish forest, and a creature design worth waiting for.
Two and a half hours, and it withholds whether the shaman is helping right until the end.
A slow western for 90 minutes, then one scene people never forget. You will know it when it starts.
The funniest vampire film ever made, and the flatmate politics are observed perfectly.
A vegetarian vet student develops an appetite. Julia Ducournau's debut and a genuine coming-of-age film.
A film about a widowed mother who resents her son, wearing a monster as a coat.
A young couple cannot leave a show home. Bleak, airless, and about mortgages.
A bride versus her new in-laws and their family obligation. Very funny and mean.
Reconciles King's novel with Kubrick's film, which should not have been possible.
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.
A vertical prison and a descending table of food. The metaphor is a brick and the film is effective anyway.
One rule, followed exactly. The most frightening use of a wide shot in modern horror.