Drive on over, cat chasers, we’re having a blow out. Straight from the airport bookshop to the big screen come the heroines and dirtbags of dog-eared cinema. I care a lot about your ten favorite films, old and recent, that thrum with out-of-sight paperback-trash vibes. Whether noir, horror, action or anime, go rogue and pick your poison—it’s a robot carnival of possibilities your Mummy would be proud of. This is an audition for all the overlords under the silver lake. Nobody is From Johnny Guitar to John Wick, Doctor X to Dr. No, we’ve got mad love for a most dangerous game night at the museum. The drums of Fu Manchu are beating at this funeral parade of roses; see you at hanging rock, love witches.