Night of the Living Dead + Carnival of Souls
A farmhouse siege and a lone organist haunted by something she can't quite name — two black-and-white nightmares that turn the flat, empty Midwest itself into the monster.
A farmhouse siege and a lone organist haunted by something she can't quite name — two black-and-white nightmares that turn the flat, empty Midwest itself into the monster.
Doomed men, 140 minutes total. One narrates his own ruin from a diner stool, the other spends his last days chasing the man who poisoned him — poverty-row noir at its most fatalistic.
Wobbling gravestones and a gorilla suit with a diving helmet for a head — the two purest, most sincerely inept science-fiction pictures ever to earn a devoted following.
Two quickies shot on leftover Corman money and borrowed castle sets, both directed by unknowns who'd go on to define a generation of American film — Coppola cut his teeth here.