John Waters' Pecker, because who doesn't want to publicly claim they've seen John Waters' pecker?
Zatoichi and the Chest of Gold is the finest example of blind-masseur-and-ass-kicking-swordsman film of all time.
Six Degrees of Separation. I like films that were originally plays because there's something just slightly artificial-and therefore more artful-in how they're presented.
Evil Dead 2, the first good horredy since An American Werewolf in London.
The Impostors, the best Marx Brothers movie Groucho and the boys never made.
Pan's Labyrinth. It's Scarface meets Alice in Wonderland.
The Low-Life, a smart, funny film about suffering and judgment.
Everyone Says I Love You, for sheer absurdity and Edward Norton's tap dancing.
Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It's a cult classic for a reason.
Bladerunner. Watch that fucker once a month. Learn it. Live it.
Dr. Strangelove features the wackiest George C. Scott performance this side of Patton.
Martin Jones Westlin
I'm a total freak for the 1962 release of The Manchurian Candidate.
Dead Again, Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branagh's supernatural murder mystery complete with hypnotism, past lives and scissors.
The stakes are high and the costumes goofy in Baz Lurhman's Strictly Ballroom.