Since I recently posted a list of Spanish horror films, I checked to see if any of my reviews of these and related titles had disappeared from the internet, and I found three. Not Forgotten wasn't made by a native Spanish speaker, but it fits in well enough in terms of cast and even director, since Paz Vega is Spanish, the film is set near the Mexican border, and Dror Soref is of Spanish descent.
THE ORPHANAGE / El Orfanato
(Juan Antonio Bayona, 2007, Spain, 105 minutes)
It's only his first feature film, but Spain's Juan Antonio Bayona [now known as JA Bayona] has already figured out the secret to a successful supernatural thriller--emphasize character over special effects. Like Walter Salles's 2005 Dark Water remake and Alejandro Amenábar's 2001 The Others, The Orphanage pivots on a pretty woman and an unusual child.
When her old orphanage goes on the market, Laura (Belén Rueda, Amenábar's The Sea Inside) and Carlos (Fernando Cayo) settle in with their son, Simón (Roger Príncep). Once acclimated to the remote seaside surroundings, they plan to re-open it as a home for special needs children.
Meanwhile, their seven-year-old doesn't know he's adopted or that he has a life-threatening illness. He does, however, have a lot of imaginary playmates. When Simón disappears without a trace, his parents contact the police, but to no avail. Because Laura has been hearing odd noises and having strange visions, including the one pictured above, they proceed to consult a medium.
Aurora (Geraldine Chaplin, speaking perfect Spanish) is convinced they aren't alone. Carlos has his doubts, but Laura makes like a detective and revisits her childhood--through photographs, home movies, and exploration of the spooky stone manor--to determine who or what abducted her son.
Produced and presented by Guillermo del Toro, The Orphanage is less fanciful than his works, though it does bear a vague resemblance to the ghostly Devil's Backbone. There are a few gory make-up effects, but Bayona mostly preys on our fear of the unknown to craft a first-rate fright fest.
NOT FORGOTTEN
(Dror Soref, 2009, USA,
96 minutes)
In sleepy Del Rio, near the border between Texas and Mexico, strange things are afoot.
In the scene-setting prologue, writer/director Dror Soref's supernatural-tinged mystery-thriller offers a glimpse of black magic and brutal murder before introducing Jack Bishop (The Mentalist's Simon Baker), a widowed loan officer, his beautiful Mexican-American wife, Amaya (Paz Vega, Sex and Lucia), and his rebellious 12-year-old daughter, Toby (Chloë Grace Moretz, who previously appeared with Baker on CBS series The Guardian).
After Toby disappears during soccer practice, the tight-knit townspeople come together to track her down. While the cops, including Amaya's cousin Casper Navarro (Michael DeLorenzo) and Detective Sanchez (The Shield's Benito Martinez), pursue leads, the media reports on the growing Santa Muerte sect (a Christo-Pagan religion centering on blood sacrifice), and Amaya persuades her skeptical husband to consult a South of the Border psychic. In the course of the various investigations, it transpires that Jack and Amaya have been hiding crucial details about their respective pasts.
After a slow and steady build-up, events take a turn for the weird and violent as Jack comes closer to finding his daughter at the same time the authorities come closer to finding out his true identity. Soref's second feature presents a twisted ride into the dark night of one man's divided soul. Best known for his amiable television work, the versatile Baker reveals a more intense side little seen since George Romero's 2005 Land of the Dead.
THE SKIN I LIVE IN / La Piel que Habito
(Pedro Almodóvar, 2011, Spain, 120 minutes)
For his maiden voyage into horror, Spanish maestro Pedro Almodóvar leaves the gore behind for a plunge into psychologically disturbing territory.
If the director suggests more than he shows, the human body still takes center stage, starting with Toledo plastic surgeon Robert Ledgard (a chillingly understated Antonio Banderas) who did his best to restore his wife to her former glory after a fiery car crash, but his efforts were in vain.
Since then, he's concentrated on perfecting a skin substitute that repels damage. Like Dr. Frankenstein, he's a single-minded obsessive, and even his housekeeper, Marilia (Marisa Paredes, in her fifth film with Almodóvar), describes him as "crazy," but that doesn't dim her devotion to him any less.
After tragedy re-enters Ledgard's life, he finds the perfect subject on which to test out his superhuman skin. Almodóvar begins in the present before backtracking to explain how Vera (Elena Anaya, Sex and Lucia) came to Ledgard's attention. Now, he keeps her locked in a room through which he observes her every move via surveillance cameras and one-way glass.
At all times, she wears a surprisingly flattering nude body stocking in order to heal properly, and spends her days reading Alice Munro novels and making Louise Bourgeois-inspired sculptures until Marilia's hotheaded son drops by, at which point the household dynamics spin out of control.
In adapting the late French writer Thierry Jonquet's 1984 crime novel Mygale, aka Tarantula, Almodóvar has embarked on his own most perfectly-controlled project.
Like the lovely Vera, the film offers cool, attractive surfaces, but the secret behind the woman and the world she inhabits will chill you to the bone.
Images from Rex/PicHouse/Everett via The Guardian (Belén Rueda and ghost kid in The Orphanage), Slackerwood (Simon Baker in Not Forgotten), and the IMDb (Antonio Banderas and Elena Anaya in The Skin I Live In).
Here are two more lists I compiled for culturally-specific panels at Crypticon.
I didn't do any crowd-sourcing in these instances, so I'm more familiar with many of these films. Co-panelist and Crypticon programmer Jason Weiss came up with even longer lists; I've incorporated his Mexican and Spanish suggestions and may add his French ones later, in addition to other updates. For now, the first list ends in 2018 and the second in 2019.
As usual, I've ignored most sequels, though a few films, like [Rec], have spawned several. In order by release date, plus director, notable writers and/or cast members, country of origin (where relevant), and a few notes.
- The Beauty and the Beast / La Belle et la Bête (Jean Cocteau and René Clément; Jean Marais, 1948)
- Diabolique / Les Diaboliques(Henri-Georges Clouzot; Simone Signoret, Véra Clouzot, and Paul Meurisse, 1955)
- Eyes Without a Face / Les Yeux sans Visage (Georges Franju; author Jean Redon; Édith Scob and Alida Valli; composer Maurice Jarre, 1960)
Other works: abattoir documentary The Blood of Beasts / Le Sang des Bêtes (1948; included with the Criterion Collection edition). May have influenced: Seconds (John Frankenheimer, 1966) and Face/Off (John Woo, 1997).
- Daughters of the Darkness (Harry Kümel; Delphine Seyrig, English-language, Belgian, 1971) - Malpertuis (Harry Kümel; Orson Welles, Sylvie Vartan, and Jean-Pierre Cassel, Dutch, 1971)
- Trouble Every Day (Claire Denis; Vincent Gallo and Béatrice Dalle, 2001)
- High Tension / Haute Tension (Alexandre Aja; Cécile de France, Maïwenn, and Philippe Nahon [from Gaspar Noé’s I Stand Alone; we also mentioned Noé's Irréversible], 2003)
Also: The Hills Have Eyes remake (Aaron Stanford, 2006) and Mirrors (Keifer Sutherland; co-written by High Tension's Grégory Levasseur, 2008).
- Martyrs (Pascal Laugier, 2008)
Influenced: Us (Jordan Peele had Lupita Nyong'o watch it to prepare).
- They Came Back / The Revenants (Robin Campillo, 2004)
Serialized as The Revenants / The Returned (2012-2015). Other work: BPM (Beats per Minute) (Cannes Grand Prix, César Award for Best Film, 2017).
- Inside / À l'Intérieur (Julien Maury, 2007)
- Amer (Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, French-Belgian, 2009)
- The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears / L'Etrange Couleur des Larmes de Ton Corps (Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, 2013)
- Raw (Julia Ducournau, 2017)
- Let the Corpses Tan / Laissez Bronzer les Cadavres (Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, 2017)
- Revenge (Coralie Fargeat; Matilda Lutz, 2017)
English-language films with a French pedigree: Jacques Tourneur's Cat People, I Walked With a Zombie, and Night of the Demon; and two with Catherine Deneuve:Roman Polanski's Repulsion and Tony Scott's The Hunger.
SLICING UP EYEBALLS WITH SPANISH-LANGUAGE HORROR FROM LUIS BUÑUEL TO GUILLERMO DEL TORO AND BEYOND
Unlike the French films, many of the Spanish titles were dubbed into English, so only so many are actually in Spanish, even as the filmmakers are all native Spanish speakers, though--just to confuse the issue further--I've included made-in-English films from Spanish-speaking directors. I've also listed the mostly-free services by which I streamed some of these titles.
- Un Chien Andalou / An Andalusian Dog (Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí, Spanish, 1929)
- Drácula (George Melford, Carlos Villarías as Conde Drácula, Cuban/American, 1931) [YouTube]
- The Body Snatchers / El Ladron de Cadaveres (Fernando Mendez, 1957)
- The Vampire / El Vampiro (Fernando Mendez, 1957)
- Macario (Roberto Gavaldón, 1960)
- The Awful Dr. Orloff / Gritos en la Noche (Jesús Franco; Howard Vernon, Spanish, 1961)
Generally considered the first horror film produced in Spain.
- The Curse of the Crying Woman / La Maldición de la Llorona (Rafael Baledón, 1961)
- The Exterminating Angel / El Angel Exterminador (Luis Buñuel, 1962) [YouTube]
- Even the Wind Is Afraid / Hasta el Viento Tiene Miedo (Carlos Enrique Taboada, 1968)
- The Book of Stone / El Libro de Piedra (Carlos Enrique Taboada, 1969)
- The House That Screamed / La Residencia (Narciso Ibáñez Serrador, Uruguayan, 1969) [Tubi]
- Night of the Bloody Apes / La Horripilante Bestia Humana (René Cardona, 1969)
- She Killed in Ecstasy / Mrs. Hyde (Jesús Franco, 1971)
- Vampyros Lesbos / Las Vampiras (Jesús Franco, 1971)
- The Blood Spattered Bride / La Novia Ensangrentada (Vicente Aranda, 1972)
- Tombs of the Blind Dead / La Noche del Terror Ciego (Amando de Ossorio, Spanish, 1972) [Vudu]
- The Corruption of Chris Miller / La Corrupción de Chris Miller (Juan Antonio Bardem [Javier Bardem's uncle], 1973)
- Count Dracula's Great Love / El Gran Amor del Conde Drácula (Javier Aguirre, 1973)
- The Holy Mountain / La Montaña Sagrada (Alejandro Jodorowsky, 1973)
- Horror Rises from the Tomb / El Espanto Surge de la Tumba (Carlos Aured, 1973)
- El Orfanato / The Orphanage (JA Bayona, Geraldine Chaplin cameo, Spanish, 2007)
- [Rec] 2 (Jaume Balagueró and Paco Plaza, 2009)
Geraldine Chaplin made seven films, including Cría Cuervos (1976), with then-partner Carlos Saura--and over 30 films with Spanish-speaking filmmakers. Ana Torrent from Cría Cuervos stars in Spirit of the Beehive.
- Julia's Eyes / Los Ojos de Julia (Guillem Morales, 2010)
- Psiconautas, los Niños Olvidados / Birdboy: The Forgotten Children (Alberto Vázquez and Pedro Rivero, animated, Spanish, 2016)
- The Untamed / La Región Salvaje (Amat Escalante, 2016)
- We Are the Flesh / Tenemos la Carne (Emilano Rocha Minter, 2016)
- El Bar / The Bar (Álex de la Iglesia, Spanish, 2017) [Netflix]
- Veronica / Verónica (Paco Plaza, 2017)
- La Casa Lobo/ The Wolf House (Joaquin Cociña and Cristóbal León, Chilean, stop motion, 2018)
- Vuelven / Tigers Are Not Afraid (Issa López, Mexican, 2017) [Prime]
- The Platform / El Hoyo (Galder Gaztelu-Urrutia, Spanish, 2019) [Netflix]
- La Llorona / The Weeping Woman (Jayro Bustamante, Guatemalan, 2019)
Note: the Spanish Civil War took place between 1936-39. Related: Francisco Franco held power between 1939-1975. A number of these films, like Spirit of the Beehive and Pan's Labyrinth, make reference to these developments.
David Greene's vivid, haunting film is a coming-of-age tale, a folk horror, a serial killer thriller, and a decidedly Catholic take on sex and death.
Though only 16 at the time, Jenny Agutter was not an inexperienced actress, but she brings an impetuousness to the role that makes her performance especially compelling. Though she grew blonder over the years, she has long, brown hair here and a makeup-free face; she acts even younger, which is appropriate for 14-year-old Catholic schoolgirl Wynne.
Drawing from UK writer Audrey Erskine Lindop's 1966 novel, Greene by way of screenwriter Richard Harris (not that one) never explains what happened to her birth parents or her foster father, and it doesn't really matter.
Wynne has a foster family consisting of a mother (A Clockwork Orange's Madge Ryan), a brother a few years older (I Could Go on Singing's Gregory Phillips), and another brother (The Spy Who Loved Me's Bryan Marshall) nearly 20 years her senior; younger brother Len (below right) suggests that their mother is divorced when he mentions that she didn't like her husband.
An older man (Billy Russell), an unbelievably noisy eater, joins them for meals and nights around the telly. Though Greene doesn't spell it out, he's their rather eccentric grandfather, first introduced through a frosted glass window fondling his pet mouse and looking more like a peeper than a relation. Maybe even both.
Wynne's social life revolves around her flirtatious friend, Corinne (Coronation Street's Clare Sutcliffe in her feature-film debut), who favors miniskirts. Wynne is no shrinking violet herself, though she dresses more modestly.
Greene opens on a bucolic scene: a serene pond, a walking path, and ancient trees that suggest a fairytale, but without any special effects. The folk-tinged baroque-pop theme song, also titled "I Start Counting," that plays over the opening credits makes everything seem slightly surreal.
Vocalist Lindsey Moore, about whom little is known, recalls Vashti Bunyan, which may have been intentional–Vashti's Jagger-Richards cover "Some Things Just Stick in Your Mind" debuted as a single in 1965–while predicting mesmerizing vocalists like Sarah Nixey of Black Box Recorder, Florence Shaw of Dry Cleaning, and the late Trish Keenan of Broadcast–the latter, as it turns out, were big fans of experimental composer Basil Kirchin (The Abominable Dr. Phibes). His brassy, dissonant score for Greene's 1967 The Shuttered Room, with Carol Lynley and Oliver Reed, is also a treat.
As cinematographer Alex Thomson, an Oscar winner for John Boorman's 1981 Excalibur, pans in on the pond, it becomes clear that something isn't quite right, even before he reveals what's wrong with this pretty picture: a brief glimpse of something partially obscured by underwater flora–the face of an attractive young woman staring sightlessly through dead eyes.
In only a few seconds, Greene establishes that things are not what they seem. The forest is quite lovely, but a serial killer is on the loose, and no young Berkshire County women, including Wynne and Corinne, are safe.
With her family, however, Wynne feels secure. She's the only Catholic, and she's fairly devout. There's a crucifix above her twin bed, and she dutifully confesses to a priest–not that she has much to confess. She's a teenager, though, and strange, possibly sinful feelings are stirring inside of her.
Boys her own age take an interest, but she couldn't be bothered--they have no chill. Corinne fancies her brother Len, a handsome lad who works at a swinging record store and hangs out with a local dealer (Michael Feast, having a ball), indicating that he enjoys the occasional lysergic escapade.
Len isn't a bad guy, but he could be, which is germane to Greene's non-didactic, non-judgmental take on a teenager's libido blinding her to the danger in her midst. It's one thing, after all, to be curious about a serial killer, a common teen obsession, but it's another to court his attention, and that's what Wynne does, under the pretext that he would never hurt her.
Granted, there are other men in her life, like the priest (Lewis Priander) and the solicitous conductor (Simon Ward) she and Corinne run into most every time they take the bus to her old neighborhood where they like to muck about in the condemned, two-story home in which Wynne grew up. This state of affairs suggests both a reduction in income and encroaching gentrification, since the Kinch clan now live in a tower block in bland, suburban Bracknell, parts of which appears to be under construction.
Then there's George, the virile 32-year-old brother who lives at home, presumably to help support his family. Even the blond, blue-eyed conductor is handsome, giving Wynne yet another crush option, except he mostly makes eyes at Corinne whose miniskirts rise up when she sits down, though it's something he also criticizes, admonishing, "Your skirts are too short."
When George gazes longingly at a black-and-white photo of him and a young woman, Greene suggests a lost love (a flashback reveals a fatal fall). He's single now, and gainfully employed. He also dotes on Wynne, who has developed a major crush, which would be bad enough, except she also believes he's the killer, since he's been leaving clues about a secret life.
From the start, Greene confirms that she's right about the secret, but doesn't explain whether or not he's the killer--until the end--but what should scare Wynne away, compels her. The director doesn't provide a reason, and nor is it necessary. The film would be less intriguing, less resonant if he did.
If you were ever a teenage girl, you probably had a crush at some point on the worst person. Not the worst in terms of their persona, but the worst for you. We've all been there. Though a man could have written the novel, I'm not surprised that a woman did, and though it would have been interesting to see how a woman would have adapted it, Greene always honors Wynne's perspective, as blinkered as it may be. Everything unfolds through her eyes.
George prepares for each day with the bathroom door open, so she watches him shave and put on his shirt, but nothing more intimate than that.
One day, she notices scratches on his back, presumably from a woman's nails. Later, since she spies on him whenever she can, she catches him placing a package in the garbage cans outside their building. When she gets the chance, she snatches the bundle and brings it back to her room, where she opens it up to find a cream-colored sweater with a sizable blood stain.
She doesn't tell Corinne, she doesn't confront George, and she doesn't inform the authorities; she simply ramps up her campaign of surveillance. Greene suggests that it's possibly even a turn-on. A contemporary filmmaker might be more explicit, but I prefer his subtlety and restraint.
She has fantasies, for instance, like one in which her hand slides under her crisp, white sheets while thinking about George--and as Christ looks down from the cross above--or when she's taking a bath, and he walks in, and places a hand on her shoulder. She quickly comes to, which keeps Greene on the right side of the censors, but also suggests that she doesn't know what would happen next. She's a virgin, and it's possible that Corinne is, too, though she brags that she's had sex seven times. "Seven!," she yells.
Wynne also asks George questions designed to trip him up, but phrased so that they sound as innocuous as possible. It mostly confuses him. "You're a funny little biscuit," he responds to one of her odd inquiries. He knows about the crush, but seems oblivious to her suspicions.
In addition to fantasies, Greene inserts flashbacks, like one in which Wynne remembers George handing her a silver foil-wrapped box for her birthday, while everyone looks on eagerly. She opens it to find a white rabbit with red eyes and a Victorian outfit. I believe he's meant to recall Lewis Carroll's White Rabbit–which makes Wynne Alice and the forest her Wonderland.
The rabbit is, frankly, pretty scary-looking, but Wynne hugs and even sleeps with it in a way that suggests she's still a child, and also that she associates the creature with the handsome human who gave it to her. If anything, she appears to imagine she's embracing his body rather than that of a toy.
To protect George, she returns to the old house and incinerates the sweater using the cast iron stove. Each time, Greene makes it clear that someone is both following and spying on her, whether she's with Corinne or not.
We learn more about George when Wynne visits him at work. The film's only nudity is plastered all over the wall: dozens of nudie cuties. It's yet another sign that he prefers adult women, though she barely notices. She's so besotted that she believes love is all he needs, explaining, "When people have people who love them, they don't have to worry about anything." Later, she tells him, "I understand you, and I don't want anyone to hurt you."
In other words, he'll stop the strangling once he accepts Wynne as his savior. He never takes the hint, because he always sees her as a child.
That doesn't mean her crush has no basis in reality. George may not see her as an adult, but he sees her in a way no one else does. She's neither alone nor lonely, just a little odd, and he's always happy to humor her oddities and to give her a ride whenever he has time. He even tells her she's pretty, though she seems more embarrassed than flattered by the compliment.
As her campaign heats up, she makes mistakes, finds out things she wishes she hadn't–not necessarily what she expected–and gets in trouble, but Greene never overplays his hand.
(The scene in which she overindulges in George's hooch is hilarious.) Wynne even tries to seduce him, the most cringe-worthy thing she could do. I've gone to bat for melodrama, but that isn't what's happening here. Though not quite a kitchen sink drama, it's more grounded than that, but nor is it a tragedy or full-blown cautionary tale. Unlike some women in the film, Wynne will live to make more mistakes in the future, but falling for another potential murderer seems unlikely.
I went into I Start Counting cold, other than an encounter by way of Kier-La Janisse's wonderful 2021 documentary, Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched: A History of Folk Horror–I credit her for encouraging me to track it down–and didn't know how things would end, but the metaphor of the house in the woods becomes crystal clear. (Though it doesn't appear in Janisse's 2012 book, House of Psychotic Women, the film would fit right in.)
The storyline is neither wholly unpredictable, nor otherwise. Wynne gets an education in adulthood, sex, and life, and it's consistently gripping, due largely to Jenny Agutter and her touching vulnerability combined with a certain fearlessness, but everything–and everyone else–lives up to it.
Compared to the films with which it shares thematic similarities, like Michael Powell's Peeping Tom, Jerzy Skolimowksi's Deep End, and even Hitchcock's lurid Frenzy (which features Madge Ryan), I Start Counting is a gentler proposition, but what it suggests about the lure of danger, the compulsion to control the object of one's affection, and the invincible power of love, is every bit as dark. It's just that it's filtered through an adolescent worldview.
In her commentary track, Samm Deighan mentions an earlier Hitchcock film: 1943's Shadow of a Doubt with Teresa Wright and Joseph Cotton. Though it didn't occur to me until she mentioned it, she's right. Uncle Charlie is more problematic than George, but the film also revolves around a young woman's affinity for a man to whom she just happens to be related.
Hitchcock made the film during the height of the production code, and he had to be more circumspect than Greene, though I don't recall any sexual spark between the two, but like Wynne, Charlie sees her uncle as something other than who he actually is, while the elder Charlie–they share the same name–makes her feel seen. She may bring out his best qualities, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a bad man. Nor does it mean his affection for her is insincere, assuming a sociopath is capable of affection, and therein lies the tragedy, because she loves him, but he's beyond redemption.
In short order, Agutter would go on to star in Walkabout, Logan's Run, and An American Werewolf in London–setting hearts aflame all the while–but she doesn't just play a minor in Greene's film. As she reveals in the interview included with the restored Fun City Editions Blu-ray, "He told the entire crew not to swear in front of me." It's doubtful he issued the same proclamation regarding Clare Sutcliffe. Though she successfully passes for an obnoxious, self-obsessed teenager, Sutcliffe was a full decade older than Agutter–and five years older than the more mature-looking Gregory Phillips.
I've continued to enjoy the now-73-year-old Agutter's performances on British television shows that often turn up on PBS, like Spooks–MI-5 in the States–and Call the Midwife, now in its 15th season, in which the actress who once appeared fully nude in a Nicolas Roeg picture at 16, plays Sister Julienne, a fully-covered Mother Superior. She does quite a nice job, too, in a role with faint echoes of the devout schoolgirl she played 56 years ago.
I Start Counting is now out of print in the States, though a Region 2 edition exists through the British Film Institute, and it's packed with twice as many extra features, including the 2020 interview with Agutter and Deighan's informative, context-rich commentary. Used copies of the former now go for as much as $129.99 on eBay, though less expensive copies abound.
I have faith that the film will return to home video in the States in the not-too-distant future. Thanks to Kier-La Janisse and other influential enthusiasts, it's unlikely to ever disappear completely and consistently likely to discomfort and bedazzle each new viewer who makes its acquaintance.
Images: ithankyou (Jenny Agutter), Mondo Digital (Billy Russell, Madge Ryan, and Gregory Phillips), the IMDb (Berkshire forest, Agutter in forest, and Agutter and Bryan Marshall), Trailers from Hell (Agutter and Clare Sutcliffe), The Kim Newman Web Site (Agutter and Marshall), Fopp (Agutter and creepy rabbit), Cinema Retro (Agutter and Marshall), American Cinematheque (Teresa Wright and Joseph Cotten), and eBay (Walkabout).
Since I posted a list of horror westerns last year after moderating a panel at Crypticon, I figured I should probably post lists from other subgenre or country-specific panels in which I've moderated and/or participated over the years.
In every case, I put together a preliminary list before crowd-sourcing for more. I compiled this Canadian one in 2018 for a panel called Horror From Around the World. Since then, Jason Weiss and I have moderated panels on French and Spanish horror; I'll also post those lists at some point. If you see any key Canadian titles missing, please feel free to let me know.
In order by release date, plus directors and notable cast members.
1960s - 1970s
The Mask (Julian Roffman; cowriter Slavko Vorkapich, 3-D, 1961)
Cannibal Girls (Ivan Reitman, 1973)
The Pyx (Harvey Hart; Karen Black and Christopher Plummer, 1973)
Black Christmas (Bob Clark; Olivia Hussey, Keir Dullea, Margot Kidder, and Andrea Martin, 1974)
Ilsa; She Wolf of the SS (Don Edmonds, 1975)
Shivers (David Cronenberg, 1975)
Sudden Fury (Brian Damude, 1975)
House by the Lake/Death Weekend (William Fruet; Brenda Vaccaro, 1976)
The Haunting of Julia (Richard Loncraine; Mia Farrow, Keir Dullea, and Tom Conti, 1977)
Rabid (David Cronenberg; Marilyn Chambers, 1977)
Rituals (Peter Carter; Hal Holbrook 1977)
The Brood (David Cronenberg; Samantha Eggar and Oliver Reed, 1979)
1980s - 1990s
The Changeling (Peter Medak; George C. Scott, 1980)
Prom Night (Paul Lynch; Jamie Lee Curtis and Leslie Nielsen, 1980)
Terror Train (Roger Spottiswoode; Jamie Lee Curtis, Ben Johnson, 1981)
Happy Birthday to Me (J. Lee Thompson; Melissa Sue Anderson and Glenn Ford, 1981)
My Bloody Valentine (George Mihalka, 1981)
The Pit (Lew Lehman, 1981)
Scanners (David Cronenberg; Jennifer O'Neill and Patrick McGoohan 1981)
Curtains (Richard Ciupka and Peter R. Simpson, 1983)
Videodrome (David Cronenberg; James Woods and Debbie Harry, 1983)
The Fly (David Cronenberg; Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, 1986)
Pontypool (Bruce McDonald; Stephen McHattie, 2009)
Splice (Vincenzo Natali; Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley, 2009)
The Wild Hunt (Alexandre Franchi, 2009)
Tucker and Dale vs Evil (Eli Craig; Tyler Labine and Alan Tudyk, 2010)
American Mary (Jen and Sylvia Soska; Katherine Isabelle, 2012)
Enemy (Denis Villeneuve; Jake Gyllenhall and Sarah Gadon, 2013)
Back Country (Adam MacDonald, 2014)
Black Mountain Side (Nick Szostakiwskyj, 2014)
Pyewacket (Adam MacDonald, 2017)
What Keeps You Alive (Colin Minihan, 2018)
Thanks to all who contributed suggestions, especially my Seattle Film Critics Society colleague, Sara Michelle Fetters, who often writes about horror at Moviefreak.com. All images from the IMDb (Olivia Hussey in Black Christmas, Claudette Nevins in The Mask, and Georgina Reilly in Pontypool).
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Meanwhile, their seven-year-old doesn't know he's adopted or that he has a life-threatening illness. He does, however, have a lot of imaginary playmates. When Simón disappears without a trace, his parents contact the police, but to no avail. Because Laura has been hearing odd noises and having strange visions, including the one pictured above, they proceed to consult a medium. 
NOT FORGOTTEN
THE SKIN I LIVE IN / La Piel que Habito
In adapting the late French writer Thierry Jonquet's 1984 crime novel Mygale, aka Tarantula, Almodóvar has embarked on his own most perfectly-controlled project. 
