Club Dread has been on my rental list for a while. I'll look forward to that one a little more now. 
House
Japanese arthouse horror from 1977. Strange does not even begin to describe this prime example of what could easily be called style over substance, yet you find yourself compelled to watch it no matter how messed up it gets. (And messed up in a big way this gets! ) It starts off slow but by the second half the weirdness really kicks in. The amputated fingers that continue to play the piano are surreal but they are nothing compared to what follows. This is more a collection of outlandish images than a coherant movie. A WTF film if ever there was one but immensley enjoyable for the suitably twisted mind.
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