Do I really need to give a preamble to this poster? Everything that is great about it SCREAMS at you without the need for critical dissection.
The poster for Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things is a perfect example of less is more.
The dexterity it must require to perform such a lofty high kick while wearing roller skates is something I aspire to. This poster serves as motivation toward such a future goal.
Browsing for posters suitable for 'poster of the week' status, there needs to be a certain quality that, for whatever reason, allows it to emerge from the mire. Sometimes that quality can be good and other times it can be bad. This falls into both categories.
This is one of those astonishing curiosities that boggles my mind in the best possible way. The italian poster for Massacre at Central High has literally NOTHING to do with the film and has been hilariously re-titled Sexy Jeans.
This is one of those posters I had to spend several minutes looking at to ensure I was definitely a part of waking life and not merely dreaming.
Combine that synopsis with the following beautiful poster and we could have one of the greatest films ever made on our hands. We don't, of course... but we could.
While Otto Preminger may not be an obscure name in the world of cinema, I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to feature the post for his 1965 film Bunny Lake Is Missing.
Just look at this stunning poster for the Norwegian film Black Crows. It was designed by Eva Heřmanská and embraces the hands on approach to design technique that often demarcates Eastern European poster design from this period.
There's not much to say about this really. Just look at it. Ridiculous!
When you call your film Ozone: The Attack of the Redneck Mutants, you do so with the understanding you are engaging in a certainly level of deliberate b-grade dreck. It stands to reason that when developing imagery to advertise such a film, that imagery will also waltz toward a similar level of b-grade dreck-ed-ness.