Candyman
Philip Glass wrote the score believing it was an art film. That mistake is why it sounds like nothing else.
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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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.
The King novel everyone said was unfilmable. One bed, two handcuffs, and a degloving.
Shyamalan's high-concept swing: a serial killer takes his daughter to a pop concert that is a police trap for him.
A weekend away with a reveal in the first act rather than the third, which is the smart choice.
Jeremy Irons plays twin gynaecologists who share everything, and Cronenberg's coldest, saddest film.
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.
The third of Carpenter's Apocalypse Trilogy and the most explicitly Lovecraftian thing he made.
A curse that passes by witnessing. Cheap scares, but the mechanism is sound and the ending commits.
The film Hitchcock tried to buy and missed. Ends with a title card asking you not to spoil it.
A haunted mirror, and a sister trying to prove it killed her parents by filming it destroying her too.
Shot on black and white 35mm in a 1.19:1 box. Two men, a rock, and a great deal of drinking.
Mickey Rourke hunts a missing crooner for a client called Louis Cyphre, and the answer is the worst possible one.
A film about grief that turns out to be a film about a cult. Toni Collette should have won everything.
John Cusack alone in a hotel room for most of the running time, and it is the best single-location King film.
Grief, Venice, and an edit that keeps showing you the ending before you can read it.
The best paranoia film ever made, and it works whichever politics you bring to it.
Reworks Universal's monster into a film about being disbelieved. The empty corners of the frame do the work.
The premise does not survive scrutiny and the film is so well made you will not care until afterwards.
Seventeen children leave their houses at 2.17am. Cregger structures it as overlapping chapters and it pays off.
Carpenter directing King's killer car in the same year he made almost nothing else work.
Six strangers in a lethal maze of identical rooms, shot on one set for under 400,000 Canadian dollars.
Almodóvar's only horror film, and it is a revenge story disguised as a mad-scientist melodrama.
Carpenter's angriest film, disguised as a B-movie, about sunglasses that let you see the ads underneath everything.
Five years of weekend shooting, and it is about being a father and being terrified of it.
Kathy Bates won the Academy Award, which is one of two horror performances ever to do it.
A film about a woman whose body and doctor and husband are all making decisions without her.
De Palma's split screens, a bucket of blood, and the last thirty seconds that made an entire genre of ending.
Won the screenplay Oscar, which horror never does. The sunken place is the best new image in the genre this century.
A man is imprisoned in a room for fifteen years with no explanation, released, and given five days to find out why.
King hated it. Everyone else was right. The geography of the hotel is deliberately impossible.
The only horror film to win Best Picture, and it wins the argument about whether it is one.
The twist made it famous and the film does not need it. It is about a boy nobody believes and a marriage that ended.