- I AM AS SHOCKED AS YOU ARE. When I announced SHOCKtober 2020, I wondered if The Thing, the perennial #2 film, would finally supplant Halloween in the hallowed top spot. The votes for Suspiria '18 started coming in and I thought hooray, it's getting a lot of votes! I had a nice chuckle--sometimes, even, a chortle--whenever some variation of "the 1977 one, sorry, don't hate me" was added to a vote for Dario Argento's Suspiria. And finally, when all was tallied up, my eyes fell out of my head. I am equally surprised that The Witch copped the #3 spot and Halloween dropped all the way to #4. As for The Thing...hey, maybe 2025 will be its year!
- "Someday," says a reader about The Shining, "I will knit myself an Apollo 11 sweater and it will be perfect. Or one for my cat, because cat sweaters are smaller, and I have a short attention span."
- On The Descent, a reader shared: "It generated so much debate with my friends « was she right to strike her friend with the climbing axe ?? ». (I think she was and my friends think I’m a bit spiteful and shady since.)"
- Well, that's that. SHOCKtober is officially SHOCKtover! On Monday I'll be back with a wee wrap-up / reckoning, including, I hope, a downloadable mega-list for your reference, scrapbook, archive, family history, time capsule, etc. etc. This list wouldn't be nuthin' without your votes, so thanks to all who voted! And it wouldn't be as much fun without all the comments and discussion, so thanks for all that too.
Entries from October 2020 ↓
SHOCKtober: 10-1
October 31st, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
SHOCKtober: 20-11
October 30th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
- Wowzee wow, Ari Aster's two films--two films that didn't exist the last time I ran this grand experiment--in the Top 20! Love 'em or do not love 'em, there's no denying they've made a huge impact on the genre.
- Of A Nightmare on Elm Street, a reader says: "I propose that Ronee Blakely gives the best drunken Kabuki performance since Dunaway in Mommie Dearest." Seconded, motion passes.
- See you tomorrow for the Top 10! I know it's very exciting, but try to get some sleep.
SHOCKtober: 55-21
October 29th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
We've got 900 movies in the rearview which doesn't seem possible. I am not sure where this month has gone, but who cares! It's time to crack that Top 50, baby!
- To one degree or another, I like every movie on this chunk o' list! I know, who cares. I am just saying!
- Of Hellraiser, a reader says: "It’s fucked and Ashley Laurence and Clare Higgins are giving their all. Plus Pinhead is strangely hot? Idk!!!"
- See you tomorrow when we begin counting down your Top 20!
FAVE 20: Final Mom
October 29th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
If you've been around this old haunt then you know that I hail from a horror-loving family. Creature Double Feature, MonsterVision, Movie Macabre, Hammer horror, Fangoria, Famous Monsters, and of course countless trips to the drive-in and video store horror section were a way of life around Chez Ponder. I know mom's still watching horror movies like crazy, because whenever we talk she fills me in on whatever gonzo gorefest she's recently seen.
Fancy a BLOOD CRUISE?
October 29th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
SHOCKtober: 93-56
October 28th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
- Hooray, horror movies!
FAVE 20: Danielle Riendeau
October 28th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
In the five minutes per day when she isn't teaching or grappling or helping folks as an EMT or running the show and writing and podcasting over at FanByte, Danielle Riendeau is probably writing about and/or watching a horror movie. (I don't want to brag, but in the five minutes per day when I'm not staring at a wall, I'm probably making a sandwich or thinking about making a sandwich, so.) She's all, like, smart about this kind of stuff, as anyone who's read her work at various outlets over the years, such as Vice and Polygon. She was kind enough to join me at the NYC premiere of Midsommar, where we endured the icy glares of PR folks (both for arriving at the venue too early but entering the theatre almost too late), and for sharing her 20 faves with all of us! A real stand-up gal. (I mean that literally--I don't think she ever sits down.)
This makes my list on the strength of the visual design -- I’m a huge sucker for depictions of hell, particularly if they go to these lengths, plus the deepening lore about the cenobites. It’s not the best movie, or the best movie on this list, but it really goes there, in so many ways, and I have to show love for that.
Us haunts me. I think that Get Out is the more important horror movie in Jordan Peele’s so-far-flawless oeuvre, but Us gets my nerves going, a tale of doppelgängers and oppression and oddity that is by turns extremely funny and extremely disturbing.
Of all the underrated Carpenter films, this may be the most underrated. It’s just so moody and creepy and rich, a sort of Jaws on quaaludes experience. It also features pirate ghosts and Adrienne Barbeau in a lighthouse, things I never knew I needed until I saw them.
This is just a ridiculously well-done zombie movie, using the literal and figurative tightness of a single location, well-drawn characters, and a genuinely sad and affecting ending so, so well.
There’s something just delicious and cold and terrifying about Under The Skin, a treatise on what it is to be alien vs. human, that I find irresistible. The sound design is haunting and unforgettable, as is the inherent inhumanity (groping, maybe, towards humanity) of its central character.
I’ve only seen The Babadook once. I don’t know if I strictly need to see it again, because it scared the utter bejesus out of me, but it also stuck. I mean, really stuck. Some of its lessons about abuse and trauma and grief -- especially the practice of living with grief and never getting over it (the ending is, IMO, one of the most brilliant and poignant in the genre).
Aliens once, memorably, freaked me out so much when I was watching it as a teenager that I hid behind the couch. It’s nowhere near the masterpiece that the original is, IMO, but it’s great, scary sci-fi that punches up pretty reliably at good old toxic masculinity and corporate malfeasance, so it has a nice, special place in my heart. Plus, it’s one of my mom’s favorite movies and was instrumental in my own falling in love with the genre.
Another wildly underrated Carpenter film (of course, in his end of the world trilogy) and just a wonderful tour de force of reality-bending horror complete with Sam Neill, weird creepy New England at its weird creepy best, and a favorite trope, fiction-turns-reality. Plus, a depiction of hell/chaos!
This is the darker, bleaker, weirder Alien movie before the franchise went all the way to camp, and then back to doofy blockbuster (and then to Hammer Horror, but, somehow, with less subtlety). I think it may be the scariest Alien film, not just for the threat of the creatures but for the threat of desolation and misery that the prison camp promises.
I think this might be the scariest movie I’ve ever seen. Something about the nauseating intensity of loss and family trauma goes right to my lizard brain and makes me want to run screaming from the screen. I watched Hereditary in theaters, with my hands over my eyes for some of its tensest moments, but I still feel like every frame has been burned into my memory. The other element that makes Ari Aster’s feature debut so chilling is the sheer inevitability of every event. It doesn’t matter what Toni Collette’s grieving Annie does, really, or what she’s willing to do, everything is going to go very, very wrong for her and her whole family. That’s TERRIFYING to me.
Pulse is a little long, but its quietly pervasive terror is hard to beat. There are some shots in this film that will haunt me forever, and the themes on loneliness and disconnection and dissonance hit me where it hurts. Like great horror should.
For a long time, when I was a much younger woman, renting this movie AT A VIDEO STORE and bringing it on a date was my party trick. It’s a gorgeous, luscious, totally queer vampire movie starring Catherine Deneuve, Susan Sarandon, and David *fucking* Bowie, and it features one of the most inexplicably arty (and hot) love scenes of the early 80s.
Another underrated Carpenter classic, this is just a buckwild creature feature that mashed up religious iconography with movie science, and tons of truly wild effects and a genuinely unsettling and creepy plot.
Of all the classic Cronenberg body horror, The Fly is the most intense and the saddest. It may also be the most timeless. I loooove Videodrome, for example, but it’s milder-than-first-draft filmed ending and the sheer douche factor of both James Woods and his character push it further down the list. But The Fly is unimpeachable. It’s the story of a (really hot) scientist who flies too close to the sun, sure, but it’s tragic. He never tried to hurt anyone, only experimenting on himself. He does, genuinely, want to benefit humanity with his invention. But he falls to a horrific (and truly disgusting) mutation, in the process showing just how messed up we all are, what with our fragile bodies and nasty diseases and all the horrible things that can go wrong. Body horror is one of the main reasons I love horror, since it’s — at its very core — honest about these awful truths. And The Fly is one of the very best.
This may not grace all that many horror lists, but it plays enough in the territory to count, and it’s good enough to hold this high a place on my list. It’s dark, beautiful, deeply sympathetic sci-fi/noir with enough pure horror shots (think of the creepy aliens and their reality-bending machine!) to give me a few delicious nightmares. It’s a film that’s concerned with reality and the matter-bending, memory-twisting slipperiness of it all, and it really kind of deserves to be mentioned every time someone calls out “Remember The Matrix?†for doing this particular blend of mind-fuckery a good deal better.
This is an all-time favorite film of mine, a scary, spooky, sci-fi horror cult classic with a near-perfect cast and a wonderfully unhinged plot. I’m such a sucker for “space crew deals with the unknown, gets asses kicked in weirdo ways,†as you can see from the rest of this list, and few other movies do it with such a delicious dash of 90s camp. It also has an incredible cast and buckwild production design.
The Thing is very close to being a perfect horror movie, and I just love it. I love hot Kurt Russell. I love the scope of cosmic horror that this group of guys-being-dudes has to contend with, whether they are up for it or not. I love the horrifying creature effects, as much as the first day I was exposed to them, at the now-defunct but truly formative Gory Gruesome and Grotesque Horror Makeup Show at Universal Orlando, which opened this little lass’s eyes to so many wonderful, terrible delights.
I watch Hellraiser every October, as part of my own personal Halloween festivities. I love that it’s basically a high-gloss tragedy about kink and wanting too much, a queer horror movie from long, LONG before queer horror movies could be explicitly queer or focus on queer characters as being anything other than pure evil. Not that we’re in an entirely enlightened age now, but Hellraiser still feels daring and fresh and dangerous. I’ll always feel bad for poor Frank (even though Frank is a huge asshole), the guy who just couldn’t get his rocks off enough. Or poor Julia (also, to be clear, an asshole), who just couldn’t get enough of Frank. Or for the poor cenobites (again, assholes), who can never seem to get enough of… anything, really. Desire is terrifying. Hellraiser is just honest about it.
I actually called Annihilation the best movie of the decade (best non-franchise, that is) a year ago, and I stand by that completely. It’s intoxicating, smart, weird, and also makes a genuine attempt to understand an alien force, something that may well prove entirely impossible for our human pea brains. Even the best and brightest pea brains around! This is a modern sci-fi classic, and it spends enough time in genuinely terrifying body horror territory (the pool scene and THE BEAR) to qualify as horror, for my tastes.
When people ask me what my favorite movie is, this is my go-to answer. It combines so many things that I love: sci-fi, spaceships, real-ass people who don’t act like perfect Hollywood stereotypes, women who are tough and smart and don’t let their underwear trip them up, intense body horror and nauseating fear of the things that go on inside you when things go wrong, and imaginative production design. It’s a brooding, spooky, sometimes terrifying vision of corporate malfeasance and sweaty engineers in coveralls trying to survive. It’s feminist and freaky and I see something new in it every time I watch it.
SHOCKtober: 121-94
October 27th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
Holy moly, today we're cracking the top 100 faves! Holier molier, there are only a handful of days left. It's true what they say, SHOCKtober flies when you're something something whatever.
- FUCK YEAH THE WAILING. Epic movie, I love love love it.
- Of Re-Animator, a reader says: "Did green ooze before Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and has the same energy, you can’t change my mind."
- Shout out to my eight Lake Mungo peeps, who clearly have exquisite taste in horror films.
- "Even without a vibrator under your chair or a rubber skeleton floating across the room on a string, it still manages to be fun and creepy," says a wise reader about House on Haunted Hill. That movie is such a good-timey blast no matter how or where you see it, but man, I'd sure love to see it in a theatre and get the full William Castle experience!
FAVE 20: Mats Strandberg
October 27th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
When I grew up, my mother was very ill. I loved her, but her pain sometimes made her into something scary, something I didn't recognize. It was a fear that dared not speak its name. I couldn't have put it into words even if I had wanted to. Seeing Zelda in Pet Sematary traumatized me, but I kept going back to those short scenes with her, again and again. I was 13 and didn't understand it then, but it was the first time that I used fictional horror as a release for very real anxieties. That's why this movie, flaws and all, will always be closest to my heart.
How do I love these mothervolking witches? Let me count the ways. Or actually, I don't have to. The Gaylords of Darkness and this very blog have already done it way better than I ever could. I did try though, in the Suspiria fanzine that Stacie masterminded. (FG note: zine coming next month, woo! I will update with info when available!)
This is one of those movies that I keep coming back to, over and over. It is by no means perfect, but the imperfections are part of its magic. It always feels like I just have to watch it one more time, and then I'll somehow be able to unearth the perfect horror movie hidden just beneath the surface. (By the way: I feel the exact same way about another Sam Neill vehicle; Carpenter's In the Mouth of Madness from 1994.)
This dark fairytale is of the most visually stunning movies ever made.
So in about a week, the future of the entire planet is decided in a rigged US election. No biggie, right? There couldn't be a better October to watch this movie.
This scratches the same itch as Death Becomes Her (1992) and Addams Family Values (1993) for me; horror-adjacent, family-friendly comedies with very queer undertones. Blithe Spirit is based on a play by Noël Coward, so you know there's going to be campy fun, amazing ladies (both dead and alive) and one-liners galore.
My favourite incarnation of Laurie Strode. I think I might love this movie even more than the original Halloween. Yeah, I said it. *ducks for cover*
I will never forgive Stacie and Anthony for the fact that this wasn't part of The Three-ening.
A newlywed woman discovers that her husband sneaks out at night to meet up with other dudes in the park. Turns out he belongs to an alien species who secretly breed with Earth women. One of my favourite gay-panic movies from the lavender scare era. It's really hilarious or really depressing, depending on how you look at it.
These movies will always be part of my horror DNA. I will always enjoy them. I tell you what is scary though: going down the rabbit hole of erotic fanfiction about Jason Voorhees.
By far the best set of queens in any of the major franchise movies. I love all the characters so much.
Yes, Ripley is a queen. That goes without saying. But all the characters are amazing. This movie was a huge inspiration for my book Blood Cruise. On the Baltic Sea, no one can hear you scream either. A cruise ship and a space ship are both isolated settings that you can’t escape from, surrounded by a cold darkness that would kill you if you fell overboard. But my biggest inspiration was the way this movie depicted the crew: tired, unglamorous, human. They never asked to be heroes, but they stepped up when the blood hit the fan.
I have such a sweet spot for this campy franchise. It seems severely underrated in the horror community, but it's ridiculously entertaining with all the deliciously gory slapstick killings. Also: Ali Larter. Also also: The idea of having Death itself as the boogeyman is beyond brilliant. The franchise (created by our fellow gay, Jeffrey Reddick) has its ups and downs, for sure, but number 5 ties it all together beautifully.
I wouldst like to live deliciously too, please. (By the way, have you seen Daniel Malik who does the voice of Black Phillip? Delicious indeed.)
Honestly, it was a toss-up between this one, The Haunting (1963) and The Others (2001). I chose this one simply because it came first, and because it was written by Truman Capote.
Wait, I'm at the end of the list already and I haven't even mentioned a found footage movie? Even though it's one of my favourite subgenres? Ok. (deep breath in) I promised myself not to overthink this list. I would simply choose the movies that first came to mind. (deep breath out) I could have gone with As Above, So Below (2014) or The Banshee Chapter (2013), or Paranormal Activity 3 (2011), the standout gem of the franchise. But I'll go with this mockumentary, which to me is much scarier than the movie it was made to promote.
SHOCKtober: 150-122
October 26th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
Boy oh boy, things are getting ever more exciting by the day as we continue counting down 951 of your favorite movies, all the way to your #1 (by an overwhelming margin), Amityville: It's About Time.
- I admit, I am starting to feel a bit like I'm starring in a one-woman production of The Lighthouse.
- Also, Willem Dafoe should have been nominated for his performance in that film! His awards circuit snub should be talked about by bitter horror fans the same way we talk about Toni Collette's snub for Hereditary.
- Love to see Messiah of Evil get so many votes (obviously). It got three votes in 2010's SHOCKtober and six in 2017's...after seeing it on so many special guest 20 Faves lists (which are not counted in the master list!), I can only hope that it'll keep getting in front of more eyeballs. What a gem of a movie.
- You could hand today's chunk o' list to a horror newbie and feel confident you'd be giving them a great education in so many subgenres! There are superior titles from arthouse, slashers, ghosts, 90s teen horror, horror-comedies, creature features, zombies, classics, found footage...wowzee wow. I might be losing my mind in my lighthouse, but SHOCKtober is worth it!
SHOCKtober: 182-151
October 25th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
- Love to see that House of Wax is finally getting the respect it deserves! It's one of the few American films from the mid-aughties era that still holds up. It's stupid, it's creative, it's gross, it's fun. Justice 4 Paris!
- Also love that Noroi is getting in front of more eyeballs thanks to Shudder. It's messin' folks up but good.
- A reader calls Part VI's Jason the best Jason. Do you agree? Disagree? Abstain?
- The People Under the Stairs? Or Sleepwalkers, maybe?? A mystery that will never be solved...which is just how I like it.
- I love this anecdote from a reader about Under the Skin: "Fun fact, when I watched this movie I didn’t understand a single word of what they said but still loved it. I had just arrived to the UK (I’m Portuguese), and it was my first movie in the cinema, without subtitles and they had a Scottish accent. Impossible to decipher." AlienManMurdererScarJo transcends spoken language!
SHOCKtober: 212-183
October 24th, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
Embrace SHOCKtober while you can, for we are now under #200 and hurtling toward the abyss (November)!
- Even if that mask was the only thing it had going for it, Alice, Sweet Alice would still be a classic!
- One time a friend of mine mistakenly called In the Mouth of Madness "A Mouthful of Madness" and I think about that every time the movie comes up. And it comes up a lot, it's a pretty great film.
- In his Fave 20 list, Ben Raphael Sher mentioned the attention Daughters of Darkness gets these days, and he's so right. It wasn't that long ago that it wasn't discussed in the mainstream at all, and now it seems like it's everywhere. It's a worthy film, of course, I just find these kinds of cycles interesting. The shifting zeitgeist will only become more apparent as we continue the countdown!
- The Vanishing is devastating. That ending is an unparalleled gut punch, ay yi yi.
SHOCKtober: 244-213
October 23rd, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
- (crowd chants) Or-phan! Or-phan! Or-phan! She sure is different! I still love that bonkers movie so much. I'm also still waiting for Esther's head to fall off when she removes her velvet choker...
- Of Nightbreed, a reader says: "The monsters-as-good-guys angle was still pretty fresh at the time, and as the years have passed I've grown to love it as an LGBTQIA parable."
- Can me pathetic if you will ("Oh don't worry, I will!" -- you), but I'm still hanging onto a sliver of hope for that All Cheerleaders Die sequel. What a fun movie, I'm glad more folks are getting hip to it.
- "Yes, it's a comedy, but there is 100% a dark supernatural event at the heart of it. The best cast you could ever want, and dialogue that is forever memorable," says a reader about Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, and so say we all.
- Upon seeing Jacob's Ladder in today's list chunk, I thought "Hmm. What has that purveyor of lite-n-sexy sleaze Adrian Lyne been up to? Sure has been a while." It turns out he has a new movie coming next year (or whenever), his first since 2002: Dark Water, an adaptation of a very "Patricia Highsmith" Patricia Highsmith novel, if you know what I mean. Love the book and I'm looking forward to it...Ben Affleck is perfect casting, same as he was for Gone Girl.
FAVE 20: G.G. Graham
October 23rd, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
G.G. Graham is horror's sultana of sleaze, grande dame of grindhouse, and empress of exploitation! Whether she's writing for Drive-In Asylum (I love Drive-In Asylum by the way), The Horror Hothouse, Wicked Horror, her own site Midnight Movie Monster, or any of the countless other places you can find her byline, she most often delves deep into the genre's depraved depths, the places I, your humble blogmistress, dare not tread. I love that even after my 77 years as a horror fan, there are corners of the genre I've yet to explore and so many films I've never heard of out there waiting to eat my face. This list features plenty of lesser-known gems and you'll get gobs more ghoulish goodies at G.G.'s gtwitter.
While often unfairly made the Jan to Argento's ever-so-stylish Marcia, The Beyond's slightly daft, dime store surrealism proves Fulci could navigate a visual set piece with a puckish, gleefully gory abandon. The actual narrative borders on nonsensical, but The Beyond zips along through eyeball trauma and acid attacks on undead zombies in a frenetic manner that is rarely linear, but never boring.
If this movie were an intentional slasher parody, it would have been brilliant. As it stands, it's just brilliantly inept. Line readings are sub-dinner theater level, dead extras forget to hold their breath and the killer cracks punny one liners that would make a third rate Borscht Belt comedian cry. Massacres are perpetuated with the titular nail gun at a brisk pace, damn the plot threads left to dangle in the Texas breeze.
The mid to late 90s boom of meta horror started out as a breath of fresh air, but soon devolved into a dull, interminable game of "Are You Smarter Than A Slasher?" Released at the tail end of that trend cycle, Shadow Of The Vampire instead wraps its meta-narrative around the filming of 1922's silent classic Nosferatu. Rather than a joking poke at genre tropes, the film revises history to offer a terrifying explanation of what may have made the silent classic so damn scary.
One of the first films rated X primarily for violence, David Durston's exploitation classic is a first-rate example of the wild world of grindhouse era, fly by night filmmaking. A faux-Manson Family of Satan-worshipping grifters terrorizes a tiny town in a spectacularly bloody fashion. Watching the last few townsfolk battle the frothing undead, we learn some valuable lessons about both rabies and LSD along the way.
Potter's Bluff is one of the greatest of horror's many small towns with a secret. Shrouded in seaside fog and as subtly unsettling as holes to a trypophobic, when the idyll becomes something far more grisly, it's almost a relief. As the body count rises, it’s very clear Sheriff Gillis isn't crazy and neither are we.
Speaking of seaside shockers, Messiah Of Evil is a moody chiller that transcends its myriad of production problems to become something far more unsettling than it otherwise might have been. A young woman goes searching for her father in a coastal California town, and runs afoul of a cult of ghouls that sit at an odd juncture between vampires and zombies, obsessed with moonlit bonfires and the consumption of raw flesh.
Outcasts and the creation of chosen families is a thematic throughline that genre cinema loves to come back to, but few films are more effective than Freaks at illustrating how tightly wound the ties that bind can be. Tod Browning's otherwise promising directorial career was ground to a standstill with this verbose melodrama and its cast of sideshow and circus performers. The open display of so called "oddities" and a sympathetic portrayal of their lives was considered obscene at the time.
In the massive glut of SOV content, Scooter McCrae's Shatter Dead deserves a reappraisal and rediscovery for its impressively empty post-apocalyptic world (made more so by the fact that the cleared streets were accomplished without the luxury of permits), and a conceptual ambition more in line with foreign art films than video store trash.
The Psychopath is a prime slice of grindhouse golden age weirdness that hasn’t seen home video release since the heyday of VHS. Tom Basham puts in a disquieting performance as Mr. Rabbey, a stunted manchild who also hosts an inexplicably popular local children’s television program. When some of his favorite fans and park playtime pals are abused by their parents, Mr. Rabbey takes the law into his own hands, assuming they aren’t otherwise occupied by his selection of creepy ass puppets.
Carnival Of Souls separates itself from the herd of low budget indie films in that it takes the opposite approach than most of the B cinema of its era. Rather than tossing its characters into a flashy parade of blood, beasts and bad taste, it surrounds its supernatural trappings with the distinctly ordinary patterns of small town life. Mary Henry is just trying to get settled in a new job, and a new city, not succeeding particularly well at either one.
Of all of the riffs on 50s creature features like The Blob and Invasion Of The Body Snatchers, Larry Cohen's The Stuff livens up his monster kid nostalgia with razor sharp satire of 80s consumerism and a host of lived-in, delightfully quirky performances.
Originally funded as an attempt to cash in on the success of Blacula, writer/director Bill Gunn instead used the loose framework of a vampire narrative to deliver a richly layered thematic kaleidoscope of the effects of addiction, assimilation, and religion on Black experience in America. The visuals are framed oddly, sometimes obscured, and Sam Waymon’s gorgeous musical history lesson of a score is often just as key to conveying plot elements as the spoken dialog. Ganja & Hess has far more in common with the arthouse explorations of the 70s “New Hollywood†period than exploitation flicks.
A hyper-realistic low budget film loosely based on the life of serial killer Henry Lee Lucas, Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer is a horror film in the most literal possible sense. There is no catharsis here, no comforting explanation of the how and the why of its protagonists’ ruthlessly efficient violence. Director John McNaughton and co-writer Richard Fire have very little interest in diagnosis or explanation, just a grey, grimy tour through a few days in the lives of men incapable of human empathy.
All roads in the journey to the center of the bad taste world of extreme exploitation and horror cinema eventually make at least one stop amongst the 80’s Italian cannibal trendlet. The cannibal films take the exoticizing, cynical snicker of the Mondo subgenre to its logical, fully fictional extreme. Hiding behind a thin veneer of ethnography and supposed larger points about the nature of civilization, the cannibal flicks had a perfect cover of plausible deniability for a plethora of blood, boobs, and completely unnecessary animal cruelty.
This manic 70s gem is one of the treasures lying buried in the trash heap of those 50 movie public domain DVD box sets. Matthew is a strange young man with a hook for a hand and the mother of all Oedipus complexes. He was sent away after murdering his dad with a tractor and mangling his own hand in the process. Years in a mental institution have done nothing to cure any of his issues, other than allowing his long-suffering mother to forget who he is.
Fritz Lang is better known to modern audiences for his sci fi masterpiece Metropolis, but while 1931’s M is less flashily stylized, it is both importantly directional (as one of the earliest extant examples of a police procedural) and quietly terrifying. A serial killer of children is on the prowl in Berlin, and when the police have no success locating the murderer, even the criminal underground joins the manhunt.
Baba Yaga is a loose adaptation of a story arc from Guido Crepax’s Valentina, a long-running Italian series of erotic comics. What plot there is involves a battle of wills between Valentina, a mod and modern fashion photographer, and the titular ancient witch, who is enthralled with Valentina after a chance late night run-in.
One of the first stone cold, blood curdling classics of early silent horror cinema, Nosferatu’s genius lies not in its highly questionable, slightly clunky adaptation of the Bram Stoker novel, but in the visual vocabulary of creeping dread that it essentially invented. Lacking the technology or the inclination for the visceral and gratuitous, Nosferatu’s terror lies in the light exposing the outlines of the shadows and the things that lurk there. Max Schreck’s masterful performance as Count Orlok has none of the suavity of the later cinematic adaptations, but is something closer to death, at home in desiccation and decay. What thrall he wields is not a seduction, but the predatory instincts of a carrion creature, the not quite dead sapping the lifeblood from the living.
As a born and bred New Yorker, I have an eternal soft spot for films in which New York itself may as well be a billed character. Frank Henenlotter is another of my hometown’s indie eccentrics, and Basket Case is a seven layer dip love letter to grit, grime, and the Deuce, with all of the trash cinema delights it once had to offer.
SHOCKtober: 271-245
October 22nd, 2020 — From The Feeds, SHOCKtober 2020
Well, already we're at the final chunk o' list featuring films that received three votes each. Enjoy your final day in the spotlight, you trilogies of terror, 'cause tomorrow we start getting kinky with foursomes and moresomes!
- Ugh, The Old Dark House is such a treasure. So funny, so charming, even kinda spooky. A must see!
- Viy is also a treasure, what a delightfully theatrical fairy tale of a film.
- A reader called The Children "a gold standard creepy kids movie" and I totally agree! It's such a nasty little gem.
- A big heck yeah to Thelma getting some love! I mentioned on my Top 20 that it almost made my list and that is the truth. A gorgeous film with filled with *chefs kiss* actressing.
- I am not a musicals gal but holy crapping crap do I love The Lure.
- I try not to think about the fact that I was due to see a theatrical production of The Woman in Black in NYC this past April, but...well, we've all missed out on cool opportunities over the last nine months, I'm sure. Still. This pandemic sucks big ass! But we'll get through it. Right?