Blood Rites
Andy Milligan shooting in Staten Island with a hand-held Auricon. An acquired taste nobody acquires.
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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Andy Milligan shooting in Staten Island with a hand-held Auricon. An acquired taste nobody acquires.
Cursed cave dwellers from 12,000 BC eating people in modern Los Angeles. Incoherent throughout.
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.
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.
A Spanish couple buy a hideous coffee table, and then the worst thing imaginable happens in the first act.
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 student's guilt drags everyone he knows into a Buddhist hell, and the last third is that hell in detail.
The film that started the nazisploitation cycle. Lee Frost, a backlot, and no defence available.
Notorious in Britain almost entirely for its poster. The film is inert.
A man with a flamethrower and a steel room. The mother is the point and the film knows it.
An ageing actress buys rejuvenating dumplings from a woman in a housing estate. You know what is in them.
A BBFC examiner during the video nasties panic starts to come apart. Essential viewing for this site specifically.
A Perth couple abduct a teenage girl, and the film is about the fracture between the two of them.
Last House on a train, scored by Ennio Morricone, which is a sentence that should not be true.
Nazisploitation at its most worthless. On the list for good reason and worth nobody's evening.
The first fifteen minutes are notorious. The remaining seventy are a different and much duller film.
D'Amato remaking his own Anthropophagous as a Halloween knock-off. Grim and dull in equal measure.
Mexican nunsploitation with an actual argument, and everybody in it screams for eighty minutes.
An Austrian film about a killer released from prison, shot with a camera rig nobody had used before.
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 chainsaw killer on a Boston campus, made by Spaniards, and it is gloriously incoherent.
A dull Manson knock-off with a fake murder stapled on the end and a marketing campaign of hired protesters.
Argentinian, and it front-loads three of the best scares of the decade in the first twenty minutes.
Almost no cannibalism. A slaughterhouse worker, a body count and Franco-era Spanish class rage.
Deodato's Last House riff with David Hess again. Mean, cheap and effective at exactly one thing.
A Macau restaurateur and the pork buns. Anthony Wong won Best Actor for it, which tells you about Hong Kong in 1993.
Claire Denis made a vampire film with no vampires, and it was booed at Cannes.
Taiwanese, and among the most extreme things released this decade. Go in warned.
Argentinian, merciless, and it establishes early that the film will not spare anybody. It means it.
The first gore film. Shot in four days for 24,500 dollars and it looks it, which is half the appeal.