Conquest has always been a personal favourite when it comes to Fulci, all the trappings of a sword and sorcery film mired in the most lurid, unpleasant gore and sex imaginable.
Gadsaboke
Dipping into Italian soundtracks of the 1970s (see skeets/replies passim) reminded me of when the Guardian, bless them, asked me to write something about Lucio Fulci (whose go-to composer was Fabio Frizzi).
Be it face-eating spiders, punctured eyeballs or a deadly snail attack, Fulci staked his claim as Godfather of Gore with dreamy languor and plenty of blood
