Horror Movies List

This is a link to my horror movies list. These are (mostly) things I've seen and have blog posts on. They range from 1896 to 2018. The list includes short animated comedies, horror westerns, foreign films, and more from a variety of types and sub-genres. Many have the full film embedded in my posts. I'd invite you to check them out.

I'd particularly appreciate it if you'd let me know if you find broken links or videos that aren't there any more. I try to keep this list current, but my best efforts aren't enough. The comments are still open on those posts, so feel free to offer corrections there.

I'd also especially appreciate any suggestions for more movies I could watch. Thanks!

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night is a 2014 American-made Persian language vampire movie. Quite unusual. I'm glad I've seen this one, and I think it's well worth looking for. You can watch it on Amazon Prime.

trailer:

The Guardian calls it "exhilarating". The New Yorker says "The fablelike drama offers a powerful symbolic display of feminine power and outlaw charm..."

Roger Ebert's site gives it 3.5 out of 4 stars and calls it "a fresh and exciting re-imagining of a well-worn oft-told genre." It has a 96% critics consensus score at Rotten Tomatoes .

Under the Shadow

Under the Shadow is a 2016 internationally co-produced Persian-language supernatural horror film written and directed by Iranian-born Babak Anvari as his directorial debut. I watched it dubbed in English on Netflix during our free trial month. The Djinn are real.

trailer:

The British Film Institute says,

For this unholy brew of the domestic, the political and the irrational, Anvari’s film has been drawing ‘Farhadi meets The Babadook’ comparisons since it premiered at Sundance in early 2016. Netflix had already snapped it up even before the premiere buzz was able to anoint Under the Shadow the latest in a recent string of breakout indie horror titles.

Variety calls it

a satisfyingly tense and atmospheric thriller set in a haunted Tehran apartment during the terrifying final days of the Iran-Iraq War. Slyly merging a familiar but effective genre exercise with a grim allegory of female oppression, Babak Anvari’s resourceful writing-directing debut grounds its premise in something at once vaguely political and ineluctably sinister.

The Guardian says the film "evokes [the director's] fear-ridden childhood in Iran – and is being hailed as a horror classic." Roger Ebert's site gives it 4 out of 4 stars and says, "In a year filled with great first features, add "Under the Shadow" to the list." Rotten Tomatoes has a critics consensus score of 99%.

Rocky Jones, Space Ranger

Rocky Jones, Space Ranger was a 1950s-era television serial starring Richard Crane in the title role. There were 39 episodes, some of which contained complete stories while others were written so as to tell a story over the course of 3 consecutive episodes. They're dated, as you might expect, but great fun if you can get past the oppressive sexism. "Knit me a sweater"?

Season 1, Episode 1, Beyond The Curtain Of Space Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

The others are available in order on Youtube at this link.

The Pyramid of Mud

The Pyramid of Mud is the 22nd book in the Inspector Montalbano mystery series by Andrea Camilleri. I've read these in publication order because the characters age and develop over time.

from the back of the book:

Italy's favorite detective uncovers mafia ties in the world of construction.

On a gloomy morning in Vigata, a call rouses Inspector Montalbano from a nightmare. A man named Giugiu Nicotra has been found dead in the skeletal workings of a construction site, a place now entombed by a sea of mud from recent days of rain and floods. Shot in the back, Nicotra appears to have fled into a water supply system tunnel. The investigation gets off to a slow start, but all the evidence points to the world of construction and public contracts, a world just as slimy and impenetrable as mud. As he wades through the case, Montalbano is obsessed by one thought: that by going to die in the tunnel, was Nicotra trying to tell him something?

Kirkus Reviews concludes, "The usual humor and strong personalities we expect from Camilleri will be missed by fans in this book, but the more intricate portrait of the detective will make the pages turn anyway." Publishers Weekly closes with this: "Despite feeling his age, Montalbano manages to arrive at a solution to the puzzle with his customary cunning, humor, and fearlessness. Readers will hope he lives forever."

I've read the earlier books in the series:

1. The Shape of Water
2. The Terra-Cotta Dog
3. The Snack Thief
4. Voice of the Violin
5. Excursion to Tindari
6. The Smell of Night
7. Rounding the Mark
8. The Patience of the Spider
9. The Paper Moon
10. August Heat
11. The Wings of the Sphinx
12. The Track of Sand
13. The Potter's Field
14. The Age of Doubt
15. Dance of the Seagull
16. Treasure Hunt
17. Angelica's Smile
18. A Game of Mirrors
19. A Beam of Light
20. A Voice in the Night
21. A Nest of Vipers

Moonrise

Moonrise is a 1948 crime film, sometimes classed as a film noir. It's directed by Frank Borzage and stars Dane Clark, Gail Russell, and Ethel Barrymore. Harry Morgan, Harry Carey, Jr., and Lloyd Bridges are also in this.

Slant Magazine says, "Moonrise is less a violent film than a film about violence—one that’s occupied, in particular, with the lingering aftereffects of capital punishment. The film’s violent acts are intricately linked, each perpetuating the next in an expansive chain reaction." Noir of the Week calls it "a standout among noir's lesser-known B-pictures and is one of the hardest to classify. A noir film you can argue about over a pitcher of cold beer (or two)."

Criterion says, "With this postwar comeback, Borzage recaptured the inspiration that had animated his long and audacious early career, marrying the lyrical force of his romantic sensibility with the psychological anguish of film noir, in a stunning vindication of faith in the power of love." Senses of Cinema concludes, "With powerful performances from his lead actors, particularly Dane Clark in arguably the best role of his career, Moonrise was a romance after Borzage’s heart, with an additional layer of psychological intensity. It remains, justifiably, a critically acclaimed high point in his career."

Rotten Tomatoes has a critics rating of 100%.

Where Zombies Come From

It's getting close to October when a crone's heart turns to horror movies. It helps when you're watching these movies to have a basic understanding of the terms, and "zombie" is one many people don't seem to know the history of. When I came across this 7-minute video essay Where Zombies Come From:

at Open Culture, I thought I'd share. It covers the history in film quite well, I think. I mean, there are few of us who don't have 7 minutes, right? Perhaps while we're drinking our morning cuppa? (Please join me at the weekly T Stands for Tuesday blogger gathering.)

The Open Culture link provides a helpful written overview of the history of the term, its origin and how it has developed in film, and embeds of a few of the movies. I've seen some of the movies myself over the years, and you can see my blog posts on the zombie and zombie-related films at the links below:

1930s:
White Zombie (1932)
Revolt of the Zombies (1936)

1940s:
King of the Zombies (1941)
I Walked with a Zombie (1943)
Voodoo Man (1944)

1950s:
Creature with the Atom Brain (1955)
Teenage Zombies (1959)

1960s:
I Eat Your Skin (1964)
The Plague of Zombies (1966)
Night of the Living Dead (1968)

1970s:
Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things (1972)
Horror Express (1973)
Messiah of Evil (1973)
Let Sleeping Corpses Lie (1974)
Shock Waves (1977)
Dawn of the Dead (1978)
Zombie Flesh Eaters (1979)

1980s:
Oasis of the Zombies (1981)
I Was a Teenage Zombie (1987)
The Serpent and the Rainbow (1988)

1990s:
Cemetery Man (1994)

2000s:
28 Days Later (2002)
Miner's Massacre (2002)
Dawn of the Dead (2004)
Resident Evil: Apocalypse (2004)
Land of the Dead (2005)
Planet Terror (2007)
[REC] (2007)
Outpost (2008)

2010s:
The Dead (2010)
Gallowwalkers (2012)
Outpost: Black Sun (2012)
Cargo (2013 short film)
Frankenstein's Army (2013)
Outpost: Rise of the Spetsnaz (2013)
Train to Busan (2016)

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It's so odd with the ATCs, but when I only had scrap paper and cheap ribbon I made these things with wild abandon, but the mere presence of pretty new treasures to make them with is intimidating me lol. I'm being like the people who save all their decent clothes "for nice". This has been hard to shake, but I'm forging ahead and will use these lovely new possibilities in making ATCs. Any Day Now.

A Walk to Kobe

image from Granta

A Walk to Kobe is a 2011 short story by Haruki Murakami. You can read it online here. It begins,

In May of 1997, two years after the massive earthquake in Kobe, I hit upon the idea of taking a leisurely, solitary walk from Nishinomiya to Sannomiya in downtown Kobe. I happened to be staying in Kyoto at the time for work, and continued on to Nishinomiya. On the map it’s about fifteen kilometres west from there to Kobe. Not exactly a stone’s throw away, but not such a gruelling distance, and besides, I’m a pretty confident walker.

I was born in Kyoto, but soon afterwards my family moved to Shukugawa, a neighbourhood in Nishinomiya. And not long after that we moved again, closer to Kobe, to Ashiya, where I spent most of my teenage years. My high school was in the hills above the city, so naturally downtown Kobe was where I headed when I wanted to have a good time, specifically around Sannomiya. I became a typical Hanshin-kan boy, the term referring to the area that lies between Osaka and Kobe. Back then –and probably nowadays as well– this was a great place to grow up. It’s quiet and laid-back, with an open, relaxed feeling about it, and it’s blessed with the ocean, mountains and a large city nearby. I loved going to concerts, hunting for cheap paperbacks in used bookstores, hanging out in jazz cafes, and enjoying Art Theatre Guild new-wave films. My favourite look at the time? VAN jackets, of course.

But then I moved to Tokyo for college, got married and started working, and seldom travelled back to this strip of land between Osaka and Kobe. There were times I’d return, of course, but as soon as I finished what I had to do I’d always hop on the bullet train and head straight back to Tokyo. I had a busy life, and I spent a lot of time abroad. And there were a couple of personal reasons as well. Some people are constantly being pulled back to their home town, while others feel like they can never go back. In most cases it’s as if fate separates the two groups, and it has little to do with how strong your feelings are towards the place. Like it or not, I seem to belong to the second group.

Miner's Massacre

Miner's Massacre (or Curse of the Forty-niner) is a 2002 horror western starring Karen Black. It is what it is, and I imagine this is more fun if you like slasher films. I'm not a fan and found this tedious so didn't finish it. So many movies, so little time.

You can watch it online here at this site or here at Youtube. Here's a trailer:

The Case of the Pocket Diary Found in the Snow

The Case of the Pocket Diary Found in the Snow is an 1890 detective novella by Auguste Groner. This is the first appearance of Joseph Muller, who was the first serial police detective in German crime literature. According to the story's introduction, Muller was

a small, slight, plain-looking man, of indefinite age, and of much humbleness of mien. A naturally retiring, modest disposition, and two external causes are the reasons for Muller’s humbleness of manner, which is his chief characteristic. One cause is the fact that in early youth a miscarriage of justice gave him several years in prison, an experience which cast a stigma on his name and which made it impossible for him, for many years after, to obtain honest employment. But the world is richer, and safer, by Muller’s early misfortune. For it was this experience which threw him back on his own peculiar talents for a livelihood, and drove him into the police force. Had he been able to enter any other profession, his genius might have been stunted to a mere pastime, instead of being, as now, utilised for the public good.

Joseph Muller’s character is a strange mixture. The kindest-hearted man in the world, he is a human bloodhound when once the lure of the trail has caught him. He scarcely eats or sleeps when the chase is on, he does not seem to know human weakness nor fatigue, in spite of his frail body. Once put on a case his mind delves and delves until it finds a clue, then something awakes within him, a spirit akin to that which holds the bloodhound nose to trail, and he will accomplish the apparently impossible, he will track down his victim when the entire machinery of a great police department seems helpless to discover anything.

You can read it online here. It begins:

A quiet winter evening had sunk down upon the great city. The clock in the old clumsy church steeple of the factory district had not yet struck eight, when the side door of one of the large buildings opened and a man came out into the silent street.

It was Ludwig Amster, one of the working-men in the factory, starting on his homeward way. It was not a pleasant road, this street along the edge of the city. The town showed itself from its most disagreeable side here, with malodorous factories, rickety tenements, untidy open stretches and dumping grounds offensive both to eye and nostril.

Even by day the street that Amster took was empty; by night it was absolutely quiet and dark, as dark as were the thoughts of the solitary man. He walked along, brooding over his troubles. Scarcely an hour before he had been discharged from the factory because of his refusal to submit to the injustice of his foreman.

The yellow light of the few lanterns show nothing but high board walls and snow drifts, stone heaps, and now and then the remains of a neglected garden. Here and there a stunted tree or a wild shrub bent their twigs under the white burden which the winter had laid upon them. Ludwig Amster, who had walked this street for several years, knew his path so well that he could take it blindfolded. The darkness did not worry him, but he walked somewhat more slowly than usual, for he knew that under the thin covering of fresh-fallen snow there lay the ice of the night before. He walked carefully, watching for the slippery places.

He had been walking about half an hour, perhaps, when he came to a cross street. Here he noticed the tracks of a wagon, the trace still quite fresh, as the slowly falling flakes did not yet cover it. The tracks led out towards the north, out on to the hilly, open fields.

Amster was somewhat astonished. It was very seldom that a carriage came into this neighbourhood, and yet these narrow wheel-tracks could have been made only by an equipage of that character. The heavy trucks which passed these roads occasionally had much wider wheels. But Amster was to find still more to astonish him.

In one corner near the cross-roads stood a solitary lamp-post. The light of the lamp fell sharply on the snow, on the wagon tracks, and—on something else besides.

Amster halted, bent down to look at it, and shook his head as if in doubt.

A number of small pieces of glass gleamed up at him and between them, like tiny roses, red drops of blood shone on the white snow. All this was a few steps to one side of the wagon tracks.

“What can have happened here—here in this weird spot, where a cry for help would never be heard? where there would be no one to bring help?”

So Amster asked himself, but his discovery gave him no answer. His curiosity was aroused, however, and he wished to know more. He followed up the tracks and saw that the drops of blood led further on, although there was no more glass. The drops could still be seen for a yard further, reaching out almost to the board fence that edged the sidewalk. Through the broken planks of this fence the rough bare twigs of a thorn bush stretched their brown fingers. On the upper side of the few scattered leaves there was snow, and blood.

Amster’s wide serious eyes soon found something else. Beside the bush there lay a tiny package. He lifted it up. It was a small, light, square package, wrapped in ordinary brown paper. Where the paper came together it was fastened by two little lumps of black bread, which were still moist. He turned the package over and shook his head again. On the other side was written, in pencil, the lettering uncertain, as if scribbled in great haste and in agitation, the sentence, “Please take this to the nearest police station.”

The words were like a cry for help, frozen on to the ugly paper. Amster shivered; he had a feeling that this was a matter of life and death.

Nightmare Alley

Nightmare Alley is a 1947 film noir starring Tyrone Power and Joan Blondell. I remember the first time I saw this film was on television in one of those old movie blocks (weekday afternoon? weekend late night, maybe?), and as a child I found it shocking. It's still shocking.

The New York Times review from the time of the film's original release says, "despite some fine and intense acting by Mr. Power and others, this film traverses distateful dramatic ground...". The Guardian gives it 4 out of 5 stars and describes it as "an authentically bilious look at the world and its morals".

DVD Talk opens with this:

Flush from his success with The Razor's Edge, Tyrone Power lobbied Darryl F. Zanuck to play the lead role in this creepy, very anti-glamorous movie about carnival con games, fake mentalism and predatory spiritualism. The film abounds with unpalatable people and unpleasant ideas and its sordid carny background seems authentic. Even more disturbing is its very noir atmosphere of moral defeat and universal venality. In other words, Nightmare Alley is one special movie.

Empire Online gives it 4 out of 5 stars and calls it "A dark, rough and grubby -but enjoyable nonetheless- slice of doomsaying from the ascendent years of film noir." The critics rating at Rotten Tomatoes is 100%.

The Deep Range

image from Galactic Central

The Deep Range is a 1954 short story by Arthur C. Clarke. It was the basis for his 1957 novel by the same name. You can read the short story online here. It begins,

There was a killer loose on the range. A 'copter patrol, 500 miles off Greenland, had seen the great corpse staining the sea crimson as it wallowed in the waves. Within seconds, the intricate warning system had been alerted: men were plotting circles and moving counters on the North Atlantic chart -and Don Burley was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he dropped silently down from the twenty-fathom line.

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things is a 1972 comedy horror movie. Campy, and fun enough.

1000 Misspent Hours says,

Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things was one of Clark’s earliest movies, and while it’s pretty obvious that he didn’t really know what he was doing at the time, it’s also plain enough that there’s a spark of talent driving this film. Beyond that, Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things was to the best of my knowledge the first North American zombie film inspired by George Romero

Million Monkey Theater has a lengthy plot description and screenshots and says,

It’s certainly slower going than horror films made today but the buildup is spooky and when the zombies finally crawl from their graves it careens towards the genuinely creepy conclusion at a brisk pace. It’s clear that everyone involved did their best to make as good a film as they could and but for a bigger budget and a couple of rewrites this could have been a true horror classic.

A Little Journey

A Little Journey is a 1951 short story by Ray Bradbury. You can read it online here or here. It begins,

There were two important things—one, that she was very old; two, that Mr. Thirkell was taking her to God. For hadn't he patted her hand and said: "Mrs. Bellowes, we'll take off into space in my rocket, and go to find Him together."

And that was how it was going to be. Oh, this wasn't like any other group Mrs. Bellowes had ever joined. In her fervor to light a path for her delicate, tottering feet, she had struck matches down dark alleys, and found her way to Hindu mystics who floated their flickering, starry eyelashes over crystal balls. She had walked on the meadow paths with ascetic Indian philosophers imported by daughters-in-spirit of Madame Blavatsky. She had made pilgrimages to California's stucco jungles to hunt the astrological seer in his natural habitat. She had even consented to signing away the rights to one of her homes in order to be taken into the shouting order of a temple of amazing evangelists who had promised her golden smoke, crystal fire, and the great soft hand of God coming to bear her home.

None of these people had ever shaken Mrs. Bellowes' faith, even when she saw them sirened away in a black wagon in the night, or discovered their pictures, bleak and unromantic, in the morning tabloids. The world had roughed them up and locked them away because they knew too much, that was all.

And then, two weeks ago, she had seen Mr. Thirkell's advertisement in New York City:

COME TO MARS!

Stay at the Thirkell Restorium for one week. And then,

on into space on the greatest adventure life can offer!

Send for Free Pamphlet: "Nearer My God To Thee."

Excursion rates. Round trip slightly lower.

"Round trip," Mrs. Bellowes had thought. "But who would come back after seeing Him?"

And so she had bought a ticket and flown off to Mars and spent seven mild days at Mr. Thirkell's Restorium, the building with the sign on it which flashed: THIRKELL'S ROCKET TO HEAVEN! She had spent the week bathing in limpid waters and erasing the care from her tiny bones, and now she was fidgeting, ready to be loaded into Mr. Thirkell's own special private rocket, like a bullet, to be fired on out into space beyond Jupiter and Saturn and Pluto. And thus—who could deny it?—you would be getting nearer and nearer to the Lord. How wonderful! Couldn't you just feel Him drawing near? Couldn't you just sense His breath, His scrutiny, His Presence?

"Here I am," said Mrs. Bellowes, "an ancient rickety elevator, ready to go up the shaft. God need only press the button."

Now, on the seventh day, as she minced up the steps of the Restorium, a number of small doubts assailed her.

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I have begun playing with ATCs again but have nothing to share this week. I'll be drinking some French press coffee in an autumnal cup:

while I visit with the other T Stands for Tuesday bloggers.

Day of the Outlaw

Day of the Outlaw is a 1959 western about a feud between cattlemen and homesteaders. A traditional range war film. This one stars Robert Ryan, Burl Ives, Tina Louise, Alan Marshal, Elisha Cook Jr, Larry Teter, and Dabbs Greer. David Nelson is also in it.

The Telegraph calls it "a mesmerising Western that continually redefines what heroism might mean". TCM has an overview. Great Western Movies calls it "A stark and adult western with some noir flavor" and "This excellent western rises above the usual formulas".

Summer Avenue Thrift 42

This is on the front of a boarded-up building on a street known for its thrift stores.

Fading Summer Patio

We're still having highs in the 90s, but the season is definitely turning to Autumn.

Here's what the locusts are sounding like this year:

The hummingbirds still come to the Honeysuckle, the Pentas, and the feeder:

but the flowers are fading.

The purple basil and the mint are looking scraggly:

We had some young cardinals adopt our feeder last month:

but they've grown so they look almost as fully-colored as the adults.

We haven't had as many butterflies this year, but we get the occasional grasshopper and katydid:

We enjoy spending time out on on the patio

except in the wintertime, but even then it's a nice view to look out on.

Space: 1999

Space: 1999 is a 1977-79 TV series starring Martin Landau and Barbara Bain. I watched this first-run, but it seems no one else did. I always looked forward to the next episode and was disappointed when it was cancelled. From Wikipedia:

The premise of Space: 1999 centres on the plight of the inhabitants of Moonbase Alpha, a scientific research centre on the Moon. Humanity had been storing its nuclear waste in vast disposal sites on the far side of the Moon, but when an unknown form of electromagnetic radiation is detected, the accumulated waste reaches critical mass and causes a massive thermonuclear explosion on 13 September 1999. The force of the blast propels the Moon like an enormous booster rocket, hurling it out of Earth orbit and into deep space at colossal speed, thus stranding the 311 personnel stationed on Alpha. The runaway Moon, in effect, becomes the "spacecraft" on which the protagonists travel, searching for a new home.

Season 1, episode 1:

The other episodes are randomly available. If you like this one, you'll like the rest.

Grass

Grass is a 1989 science fiction novel by Sheri Tepper. This is another re-read for me, my third time through if memory serves.

from the back of the book:

Here is a novel as original as the breathtaking, unspoiled world for which it is named, a place where all appears to be in idyllic balance.

Generations ago, humans fled to the cosmic anomaly known as Grass. Over time, they evolved a new and intricate society. But before humanity arrived another species had already claimed Grass for its own. It, too, had developed a culture....

Now, a deadly plague is spreading across the stars. No world save Grass has been left untouched. Marjorie Westriding Yrarier has been sent from Earth to discover the secret of the planet's immunity. Amid the alien social structure and strange life-forms of Grass, Lady Westriding unravels the planet's mysteries to find a truth so shattering it could mean the end of life itself.

Infinity Plus calls it "one of the most significant works of 1980s SF: a spacious, well-plotted, wise and thought-provoking book with an exceptionally cover scanwell-drawn central character and a beautiful twist on the 'beauty and the beast' mythos at its heart." SF Site says it's "Sheri Tepper's first fully-successful novel and perhaps still her best."

Kirkus Reviews says it's too long but "Imaginative and well worked out". Publishers Weekly says, "Tepper ... delves into the nature of truth and religion, creating some strong characters in her compelling story".

Near Dark

Near Dark is a 1987 modern-day vampire western film. I saw it on television and was singularly unimpressed. I appear to be alone in that. Reviews are generally positive, even glowing.

trailer:

1000 Misspent Hours has a positive review. Empire Online calls it "a fascinatingly modern take". Horror News concludes, "If you are looking to build a top vampire movie list, then “Near Dark” should definitely have a spot secured as an important entry." Horror News Freak recommends it. Time Out calls it "a subtle study in the seductiveness of evil and a terrifying ride to the edge of darkness." Rotten Tomatoes has an average critics rating of 88%.