BW's top ten comedy horrors

Aside from the nasty-ass rabbit skinning footage this beautifully shot piece of grimy art offers a near constant stream of grisly hilarity. Highlights are the centrepiece sex scene, meadow with entrails dream sequence and insane finale.

One of the precious few zombie comedies that actually works, this one offers morbid wit and oodles of punk energy, combined with genuinely interesting riffs on the central concept, some great dialogue ("He got a job? What a dick!") and a poignant close.

Like many of the great works of humour through the ages this is genuinely disturbing when viewed in certain lights, but its urbane serial killer, amoral sense of fun and nightmare conclusion make it one of the few comedy horrors that are both genuinely hilarious and horrific.

John McNaughton himself noted that this one becomes a comedy if you watch it five times. I've seen it closer to ten and have to agree with him, Michael Rooker's banal bastard and Tom Towles' oafish grotesque bring some of the grimmest chuckles imaginable, and like Man Bites Dog these are balanced by the truly horrific. Comedy highlight is definitely the TV salesman scene.

Edgar Allan Poe homage meets pitch perfect coffee shop beatnik parody, endlessly quotable with a spot on balance of light and dark and just the right arch notes to the performances. Made all the more piquant by the fact that Corman was clearly using the film to feel out the territory before going ahead with his masterpiece Poe adaptations.

Drug addiction in cinema is amusing for the most part because it incites such hysteria (try to sit through Requiem for a Dream with laughing your ass off), Brain Damage goes the natural step and makes the dealer a singing blue brain parasite. A good deal of grimly comic visuals, the highlight being one of the best sex death gore gags ever.

The greatest of the splat-stick genre, this disjointed epic of melting hoboes, gangsters and junkyard low-lives reeks of filth and is all the better for it. Disjointed structure and superb effects alligned to create an urban hell rib-tickler that would make a perfect double bill with Combat Shock.

Gore stuffed schlocksterpiece with insane dubbing and breakneck pace, this is a out and out masterpiece of idiocy and easily the best film from the uneven Andreas Schnaas. Bonus points for rectal spine tearing and an ineptly handled flying guillotine sequence.

Braindead may be Jacksons most accomplished and Meet The Feebles is his best by an immeasurable distance, but none beat Bad Taste for amateur charm and sheer dumb giggles. The whole belt holding brains in gets me every time...

Also more or less the best Christmas themed horror, this acid flecked punk riff on the traditional tale is stuffed with memorable and amusing sexuality as well as genuinely hot atmosphere. Horror films rarely manage to be both erotic and amusing but Sheitan nails it, and Vincent Cassel's full tilt performance is one for the ages.