While Gothic horror has become rarer in recent times, as you can see from the below list, it yet beats like the telltale heart in the wall. Given the right direction, it can even thrive and escape from its cloistered hiding places. Hence we here have composed a list of not all the best Gothic horror movies, but enough to get you started in exploring the most alluring of shadows. -Editor’s Note: The below list is arranged in alphabetical order.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)
Not as beholden to the classical “Gothic” formula as many films on this list, Francis Ford Coppola’s liberal reimagining of Bram Stoker’s actual 1897 novel is nevertheless dripping with Gothic motifs, as well as blood, tears, and other bodily fluids. And he also heightens the Gothic quality by inserting many of his and screenwriter’s James V. Hart’s own ideas into the story. For Coppola, this means Dracula takes on the scale of a biblical opera where every other scene ends in crescendoing climaxes of blood and death (as opposed to arias or duets), and each scene feeds into a narrative about a Catholic man who has turned his back on God only to be twice damned. It’s very Italian. But for Hart, that means the narrative is now remade in the Gothic tradition’s mold with Mina Harker, who was already a progressive heroine by Victorian standards, getting updated and placed at the center of the narrative by having a love story of reincarnation with Vlad Tepes. It’s a bit clunky and doesn’t fully mesh with Stoker’s larger storytelling fabric, but it creates some vividly hypnotic imagery that is a blatant influence on modern filmmakers to this day. After all, Dracula won Eiko Ishioka a well-deserved Oscar for costume design. The costumes were so lush, and paradoxically Victorian stiff and lascivious that Coppola called each one a “jewel;” he insisted that the “costumes were the sets.” – DC
The Changeling (1980)
Director Peter Medak has had a strange, eclectic, often genre-adjacent career in both movies and TV, but he created one of the best ghost stories of the past 40-odd years with The Changeling, a 1980 Canadian production starring George C. Scott. The latter plays a famed composer named John Russell, who moves from New York City to Seattle after the deaths of his wife and daughter in an accident. As he tries to settle into the long empty mansion he is now renting, he begins to experience bizarre incidents and manifestations that eventually lead to a dark revelation—one with ramifications for both the history of the family that once owned the house and, of all things, national politics.
Dragonwyck (1946)
For any moviegoer who has ever loved Vincent Price, the ghoulish Master of Horror, this is the movie you can thank. While not nearly as gruesome or fiendish as his battalion of Edgar Allan Poe pictures to come, Dragonwyck is the glossy period piece with a hint of the supernatural tragedy that first caught Roger Corman’s eye, leading eventually to The Fall of the House of Usher. In Dragonwyck, the decidedly European tropes of Gothic horror in the above movies took on an American slant when Old World customs and superstitions were placed in 19th century upstate New York. It is there that Price plays Nicholas van Ryan, a “patroon” birthed from centuries of Dutch aristocracy. He lives in the titular Dragonwyck with his despised and aging wife, who cannot give him a son. But when he is not insisting that local farmers treat him like a king by paying tribute, as was the Dutch custom until the 1840s, he is starting to make eyes at his distant and gorgeous cousin Miranda (Gene Tierney). Soon, Miranda will be his new wife, and together they’ll try to ignore the sounds of a ghostly woman who plays her harpsichord at night — the same harpsichord she killed herself with after cursing the van Ryan family to ruin. Dragonwyck is written and directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz and is adapted from Anya Seton’s novel of the same name. It also travels many of the same beats as Rebecca and Gaslight (and is inferior to the first but superior to the second). However, what makes it unique, besides Price’s performance of regal snobbery, is its American touch. There is a definite undertone of class warfare between the patroon and his subjects who are ready to dismiss European customs. That context even plays out in Tierney’s Miranda, who is much more proactive and arguably more manipulative than either ill-fated wives in the above films. She summons down the bad mojo, because she is the daughter of a Quaker family that should shun wealth. But when she finds out about an obscenely rich cousin that wishes her to stay the summer in his home, she jumps at the opportunity, quietly desiring the fine dresses and galas that her master and mistress enjoy.
Gaslight (1944)
In some respects, I consider this George Cukor’s Rebecca-lite. It has several of the same beats about a haunted old house and a woman being driven mad, but for all of the increased horror movie atmosphere, it feels a lot less menacing than Hitchcock’s exquisite anxiety. Again like Rebecca (or Jane Eyre for that matter), a young woman finds herself living in a disturbing home of faded grandeur after a whirlwind marriage. However, unlike those other films and novels, it is in her own childhood home that she has long since abandoned. In this film, Ingrid Bergman’s Paula Alquist moved to Italy at a young age after her mother was murdered in the attic of her wealthy mansion. Fully grown and a young woman now, Paula finds herself in love with her music teacher Gregory Anton (Charles Boyer), who convinces her rather than living in Italy or France that they should return to her vacant home haunted by bad juju. She reluctantly agrees and finds herself almost immediately driven mad by either spirits or Gregory’s duplicity (which is as translucent as any floating apparition). Why Gregory would wish his new bride to go mad is too spoiler-ish (and weak) to give away here, but the film is not without its stunning charms, not least of which is Ingrid Bergman of Casablanca and Notorious fame in her first Oscar winning role. Her character might be losing her mind, but Bergman is in complete control of the audience by offering an unnerving and disheveled performance in spite of Cukor’s glamour. And Cukor’s touch does offer an undeniable sense of foggy London menace to the proceedings. As a filmmaker most associated with that era’s “women pictures” and musicals (The Women, Philadelphia Story, A Star is Born), one could almost sense his joy at walking on the more perverse side of cinema. Bill Condon’s Gods & Monsters mused in 1999 that director James Whale (Frankenstein, The Invisible Man) always envied Cukor’s career. Gaslight causes one to speculate if that admiration was at least somewhat mutual. – DC That’s because, unlike previous haunted house pictures which were often placed in period settings, The Haunting takes place in the present (or at least how it was in 1963). Its four main characters—a paranormal investigator, a troubled young woman looking to escape her dreary life, a chic, sexually free lesbian psychic, and the entitled young man who has come into great wealth—are all modern-ish. And the abode itself, Hill House, while dark and menacing on the outside, is brightly lit on the inside. Nevertheless, it has its share of secret corners and forbidden places. The tormented woman at the center of the story, Eleanor (Julie Harris), is manipulated by the house almost as soon as she enters, and Wise does a brilliant job of not only keeping the audience off-balance, but never once letting us see what exactly is haunting Hill House. Darkness does eventually encroach on its inhabitants, and the house looms over the movie’s finale like something rising out of a nightmare, making it to this day the gold standard of haunted house movies. – DK
House of Usher (1960)
It was only a matter of time before one of the masters of Gothic literature, the legendary American writer Edgar Allan Poe, found his way to the big screen. And it was through an unlikely source: Roger Corman, a B-movie producer and director known for churning out cheap black-and-white exploitation fare geared toward drive-ins. Corman did a lot of his early work for American International Pictures (AIP), who decided to take a risk on a (relatively) larger film, in color, based on one of Poe’s best-known short stories. The result was such a success that Corman directed seven more pictures in what became known as the “Poe cycle,” but House of Usher set the template. Drenched in glorious color and morbid atmosphere, the movie was a cut above Corman’s and AIP’s previous efforts and a turning point for Gothic horror movies as well. The movie follows Philip Winthrop (Mark Damon) to the title edifice, where his fiancée Madeline Usher (Myrna Fahey) lives with her brother Roderick (Vincent Price). No sooner does Winthrop arrive than the spectral Roderick informs him of his disapproval of the couple’s marriage plans: all members of the Usher family, Roderick claims, are eventually afflicted with madness, and he wants the curse to end with him and Madeline. A ruined, ghostly, isolated mansion, mysterious maladies, an obsessive and unhealthy family dynamic, a ghastly premature burial, insanity and murder — these were all elements from Poe’s fiction that became standard trappings of Gothic horror movies, but House of Usher and Corman’s subsequent Poe adaptations infused them with a new level of psychosexual dread and fatalism. Vincent Price’s doomed Roderick was one of his greatest performances, and both the screenplay by Richard Matheson and cinematography by Floyd Crosby solidified the mood that Corman was trying to evoke — a mood that would linger through succeeding films and beyond. – DK Directed by Jack Clayton, The Innocents gets under one’s skin in a profoundly unsettling way, starting with the oppressive set design and Freddie Francis’ rich black and white cinematography, which uses deep focus in a way that makes every pool of darkness a potential hiding place for evil. Few other movies seem to suggest that things are lurking just beyond your vision the way that The Innocents does. Bly House is a morbid character all its own, the grounds around it both ripe and decaying and as poisoned as the relationship between Quint and Miss Jessel itself. Kerr and the children are all superb in their roles, with Kerr hinting at the repressed sexuality beneath Miss Giddens’ twitchy exterior and masterfully keeping us wondering whether everything is going on in her imagination only. Stephens is also quite effective and one scene — where he kisses Kerr in a shockingly adult manner — is acutely uncomfortable. The themes of perversity, repressed sexual desire and the past impinging on the present all combine with the intense atmosphere and visuals to create a Gothic nightmare that remains powerfully unnerving today. – DK
Interview with the Vampire (1994)
Neil Jordan’s adaptation of Anne Rice’s contemporary horror classic is the story of two doomed love affairs: between the ancient vampire Lestat (Tom Cruise) and his protégé Louis (Brad Pitt), and between the latter and Claudia (Kirsten Dunst), the vampire he creates who remains trapped in the body of a little girl even as her spirit matures. Jordan stages the bulk of the action in decaying yet still grand New Orleans, thick with sex and greenery, and one can practically feel the humid air clinging to the marble skin of our leads. Interview with the Vampire utilizes the trappings of Gothic horror to deliciously macabre effect, Jordan filling his screen with rotting corpses, blood running thick and slow like syrup and full heaving bosoms almost bursting from tightly packed bustiers. The movie even directly channels the European horror films of the ‘60s when the action moves briefly to Paris, where Louis and Claudia confront an eerie vampire theater troupe/cult who reside in dank catacombs beneath their blood-stained stage. Pitt is a little too whiny and unhappy in his role, but Cruise is surprisingly effective as Lestat, offering both a seductive charisma and a gone-to-seed malevolence. Best of all is Dunst, riveting as the vampire who never grows up. The movie is never really scary, per se, but positively reeks with atmosphere and a strange, mournful tone (only the contractual obligation Guns N’ Roses song that plays over the end credits provides a jarring wrong note). Like Bram Stoker’s Dracula, it defiantly embraces a period sensibility and tone that at least kept Gothic melodrama on the screen just before the genre entered a more self-aware, post-modern era. – DK Selznick, fresh off producing Gone with the Wind, imagined himself as the maestro on Hitch’s set. They got along infamously. But they also produced this haunting adaptation of Daphne du Maurier’s windswept literary storm. In the film, Joan Fontaine plays an unnamed young woman who simply becomes known as the second Mrs. de Winter, mistress of the imposing Manderley, an English estate on a hill. This new Mrs. de Winter was initially a shy American girl who found herself seduced by Maxim de Winter, played with stern secrecy and magnetism by Laurence Olivier. Maxim would seem to love his new wife for her simplicity, her innocence, and her complete ignorance of his first bride, Rebecca. But Rebecca’s shadow looms larger than even old Manderley itself, and her mysterious death threatens to destroy this marriage while still in its honeymoon. There is much to love about this picture, including Hitch’s somber and dreamlike opening as he traverses the drive to Manderley, which is in ruins, and the scene where Maxim comes clean about his role in Rebecca’s demise. However, the movie’s greatest trait is Mrs. Danvers — the regal and judging housekeeper of Manderley. If you have seen Guillermo del Toro’s Crimson Peak, you can see Jessica Chastain’s character modeled out of Judith Anderson’s cold stare. But Mrs. Danvers is no sister to the bridegroom; she’s the unrequited lover of Rebecca. And she will do anything to thwart Rebecca’s replacement, including driving the new Mrs. de Winter to suicide. – DC
Suspiria (1977)
One doesn’t quite think of Gothic horror when it comes to Italian director Dario Argento, who’s better known for perfecting the serial killer genre known as giallo movies, but one of his most overtly supernatural (not to mention most popular) movies clearly fits the bill. Suspiria takes us to an elite German ballet academy that, despite the film being set in the present, seems somehow displaced in time and even space. There we meet Suzy (Jessica Harper from Phantom of the Paradise), an American student who has come to study at the school and quickly finds that things are not what they seem: behind the façade of the dance academy is a coven of witches that draws its power from one of the Three Mothers of folklore, an ancient trio of beings who can manipulate world events to suit their desires.
The Whip and the Body (1963)
Kerr and the children are all superb in their roles, with Kerr hinting at the repressed sexuality beneath Miss Giddens’ twitchy exterior and masterfully keeping us wondering whether everything is going on in her imagination only. Stephens is also quite effective and one scene — where he kisses Kerr in a shockingly adult manner — is acutely uncomfortable. The themes of perversity, repressed sexual desire and the past impinging on the present all combine with the intense atmosphere and visuals to create a Gothic nightmare that remains powerfully unnerving today. (DK) Known as What in the U.S. (where it was re-edited into an incomprehensible mess in its initial release to remove the sexual content), The Whip and the Body is one of Bava’s most lush works and a masterpiece of Gothic sensibility and misdirection. It’s also deliriously romantic, the screen practically pulsating with desire as the married Nevenka (the beautiful Daliah Lavi) yearns for the whippings she used to get from her brother-in-law and former lover Kurt (Christopher Lee), who is so eager to please her that not even death can keep them apart. Or can it? As with other Gothic romances, the question of whether events in the story are truly supernatural remains ambiguous almost until the end. As with many Bava films, the beauty of the setting is counterbalanced by the ugliness of the behavior within it, and there is a character whose presence is so pervasive — in this case Kurt — that it lingers long after death, whether there is an actual spirit involved or not. On some level, The Whip and the Body is a perverse soap opera, its sadomasochistic elements both bold for its time and more explicit than that seen in previous Gothic horror movies. Lavi’s Nevenka is also surprisingly advanced for a film made in Italy in the early ‘60s — she is not so much a victim but a willing participant in the sordid relationship with Kurt, very aware and in control of her needs. She is a capable foil to Lee, who is as physically and psychologically intimidating as ever. Bava’s saturated lighting and Carlo Rusticelli’s stirring score heighten the emotions on display and make this a dream-like standout. – DK
