Let’s say you’ve got a fever dream. Maybe you binge-watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and then fall asleep after reading a police blotter and an outdated psychology textbook. You wake up in a cold sweat. Congratulations, you’ve just mentally directed The Psychopath — a 1973 horror oddity so offbeat, it makes Taxi Driver look like an … Read More “The Psychopath (1973) — Captain Kangaroo Goes Full Dexter” »
There are films so deliriously dumb they loop back around into greatness. And then there’s Psychomania, which falls squarely into that rare category of “so-bad-you-wish-you-were-dead-too.” A British outlaw biker horror film with supernatural mumbo jumbo, frog cults, and undead hooligans in leather, Psychomania plays like Easy Rider if it had crashed headfirst into a graveyard—and … Read More “Psychomania (1973) – Biker Zombies, Frog Gods, and Zero Sense” »
If you’ve ever thought to yourself, “What if The Wicker Man had a twin that didn’t get enough oxygen in the womb?” — then congratulations, you may have just discovered Nothing but the Night. A glacially-paced mystery-horror hybrid with all the tension of a tepid cup of tea, this 1973 film aims for intrigue and … Read More “Nothing but the Night (1973) – Christopher Lee Investigates… Something? Eventually?” »
There’s a moment early in The Night of the Witches — also known as Night of the Sorcerers or That Time Everyone Turned into a Leopard with Press-On Fangs — when you realize what you’re watching is not so much a horror movie as it is a deeply confused fever dream made from spare parts … Read More “The Night of the Witches (1974) – Brujos, Big Cats, and B-Movie Buffoonery” »
If Tombs of the Blind Dead was Amando de Ossorio’s attempt to give Spanish horror a unique identity—eerily atmospheric and rooted in esoteric lore—then The Return of the Evil Dead is his drunken stumble back to the well, only this time the bucket’s come up bone-dry and full of excuses. This sequel to Tombs doubles … Read More “💀 The Return of the Evil Dead (1973) — The Knights Templar Ride Again… Slowly, Aimlessly, and Repetitively” »
Harvey Hart’s The Pyx is not a conventional horror film—it’s a dirge. A slow-burn, Catholic-tinged fever dream, it mourns more than it shocks, obsesses more than it terrifies. It’s the kind of film that creeps under the skin and settles there like a memory of guilt you can’t quite explain. With its dual narrative structure, … Read More “⭐ The Pyx (1973) — A Forgotten Masterwork of Melancholy and Metaphysics” »
Every so often, a film crawls out of the 1970s cinematic muck that makes you ask, “Why does this exist?” Pigs (also known as Daddy’s Deadly Darling, The Secret of Lynn Hart, Blood Pen, and probably This Movie Again?) is one such oinking catastrophe—an incoherent slice of rural exploitation that never met a tone it … Read More “🐖 Pigs (1973) — Sty-Stained Schlock with a Side of Bacon-Flavored Madness” »
Let’s be generous and call Night Watch a thriller. Let’s also be honest and call it what it is: a soggy melodrama in trench coat drag, clumsily masquerading as a psychological mind-bender. This Elizabeth Taylor vehicle—if we can call a sputtering moped a vehicle—is a stylish-looking but dramatically inert suspense piece that spins its wheels … Read More “🕯 Night Watch (1973) — The Gaslight Is On, But Nobody’s Home” »
There are horror movies that get under your skin. And then there’s A Name for Evil, which mostly just gets under your patience. This 74-minute ghost story, directed by Bernard Girard, stars Robert Culp and Samantha Eggar—both of whom deserved better. And by “better,” I mean a coherent plot, a sense of atmosphere, or even … Read More “👻 A Name for Evil (1973): Haunted by Ennui” »
If you ever wanted to know what it would look like if The French Connection, Psycho, and a Times Square peep show had a deranged love child—Massage Parlor Murders! is your answer. It’s sleazy. It’s stylish. It’s New York scum cinema at its most divine. And yes, it’s a surprisingly competent genre hybrid that punches … Read More “Massage Parlor Murders! (1973)” »