A dreamy, sensuous, and deliciously “off” Italian giallo classic.
Crashing 70s trucker action, with handsome knothead Jan-Michael Vincent gear-jammin’ it down the road of exploitation thrills and thoroughly confused politics.
Cold, impersonal, distant Frankenstein re-imagining―and a fairly perverse jab at its horror/suspense genre conventions.
Grimy, relentlessly downbeat actioner/drama, incisive and intriguingly hazy—and far better than its rep indicates—with Raquel Welch’s first really accomplished performance.
One long, downbeat descent into the void.
Strange, hypnotic doom and gloom Southern cult classic, a modern-day Hatfield and McCoy feud underpinned by a violent, fatalistic melancholy.
Please, sir…may I have some more filth?