Classic low budget horror about a family getting lost and stumbling upon a hidden, underground, devil-worshipping cult led by the fearsome Master and his servant Torgo.

A mute alien with the appearance of a black human is chased by outer-space bounty hunters through the streets of Harlem.

The aptly-named Nick Dread is burned at the stake for being nice to witches, and is immediately sent to Hell where he makes a bargain with the prince of darkness.

My old sparring partner Chris Lee discovers a frozen Missing Link and brings it back to Europe aboard the Trans-Siberian express. Unfortunately, the monster thaws out to find himself classified as baggage, which only makes him very, very angry. Most horrifying of all, no-one - and I mean absolutely no-one - gets a refund on their return ticket!

The label said the film takes place in the future year of 1985, when scientists discover an ancient alien artefact buried deep beneath the earth, and decide to send a team of astronauts to the source. That sounds a lot like 2001: A Space Odyssey to me and, to confirm my suspicions, it's based on a novel by Stanislaw Lem, who gave us the most famous of all Soviet science fiction stories, Solaris, so it must be...long.

The acting might be flat and the special effects are rather cheap, but what it does have is lots of stock footage of jets being scrambled and high-tech radio cars with gigantic aerials - they’re a lot of fun, especially if you turn it into a drinking game like I do.

There's no denying that Larry's films are marred - or made distinctive - by his inexperience and inability to figure out where to put a camera or when to cut away to another angle. Yet somehow, forty years later, here we are watching them over again - like aircraft accident footage - trying to work out what went wrong.

Horror Hotel was known under the more atmospheric title City Of The Dead in its native England, but the USA changed its title to avoid confusion with Detroit and also removed two minutes of footage. Still, any excuse to discuss this excellent exercise in atmosphere is good enough for me. It may not be a masterpiece, but it's definitely worth discovering.

The special effects were so convincing to twenties audiences, Arthur Conan Doyle showed a test reel to Harry Houdini and The Society Of American Magicians. Next day the New York Times ran a front page article about the monsters stating, "If they were fakes, they were masterpieces!"

A rather engaging body-count movie that was ahead of its time!

This week's snowbound presentation is an icy classic from 1977 scraped off the floor of the glamorous Made-For-Television market, in which a Yeti drops in on a Colorado ski village during a winter carnival and decides to have some fun at the expense of the local yokels.

prepare to be haunted for a hundred minutes by Dominique, also known as Dominique Is Dead - which should becomes pretty obvious before long - and you might want to pump up the volume a bit and turn down the colour - there's a lot of whispering and more harsh lighting than a high school rock eisteddfod.

I hope you're dressed for the occasion, with some dense clothing for dense swamp populated by some very dense people in...Voodoo Dawn!