This is not just a treatise on post-colonialism and class. Sembène boldly uses his female characters to comment on Senegal's chauvinist patriarchy.

Entertaining as hell.

The powerhouse of the film is Tim Curry's cross-dressing alien, Frank N. Furter, who would never reach these kinds of gloriously demented heights again.

This magnificent, often anarchic pastiche of Russian literature’s portentous habits with a side order in Bergmanesque death wallowing actually finds Allen at his silliest. Which also means it is extraordinarily clever silliness, with designs deliberately stolen from Chaplin, Keaton and the Marx Brothers. It is film that explores comedy’s infinite variety via the medium of the existential philosophy of those big Russian sagas slumped in history like sulking teenagers.

It was the complete nightmare that invented the "summer blockbuster", launched the genius on a global scale and delivered an astonishingly effective thriller built on a very primal level: fear.

One of the most accomplished, influential and enjoyable films of the '70s.

Paying attention to religious impulses which are all but incomprehensible in the 20th Century, Bresson conjures up a God-bothered middle ages that is harrowing but not, it must be said, terribly exciting.

Though the film looks dated it contains great use of English countryside and a couple of genuine chills.

Managing to be cynical and heartwarming at the same time, this is an almost perfect satire on the American Institution of beauty pageants.

A distinctively crass, hugely enjoyable sick satire from director Paul Bartel, working for uber-producer Roger Corman – allegedly, Bartel kept thinking up more and wilder jokes, while Corman insisted more and more people got run over.

A veritable facroy of memorable quotes and scenes.

Super sexy, silly Meyer fun where he takes his own self-styled genre to its heights/depths.

What a peculiar but effective children’s adventure movie this is.

Whilst this takes itself a little too lightly it has a lot going for it.

An interesting stop-gap in the slasher genre.

Dated even at the time of release this nevertheless has a comic performance from Walter Matthau worth catching.

Much more than a way to pass a rainy bank holiday afternoon, this is rocking good superleague disaster adventure.

A perfect example of early Brooks firing on all spoofily comedic cylinders.

And with supporting roles from the likes of Diane Keaton, Robert Duvall and Lee Strasberg, to say nothing of Roger Corman and Harry Dean Stanton in bit parts, this is nothing short of magisterial.

Alternating gritty realism and red‑hued fantasy, this is one of those '70s films that wears well, universal in its heart while picking out specifics which are exactly of their time.

If Fosse's film fails to capture the man or his art completely, it remains a damn good place to start.

No matter how good the performer you can’t escape Christie’s leisurely approach to characterisation — simple concoctions of quirk, guilt and red herring. But Lumet is having loads of credible fun with the formula, keeping up a genuine sense of claustrophobia in this isolated railway car surrounded by crisp white snow.

As with most Cassavetes' it is Rowlands who steals this show, this time expertly playing the happy housewife slowly going off the rails while Falk plays the part of her bewildered husband. At two-and-a-half hours, it could easily have dragged but with such strong performances, you're left wanting more.

Hardly must-see Wenders, but for fans of his road movies, it remains a treat.

Compelling 1970s take on the monster horror genre which remains fresh and hugely watchable.

The most purely horrifying horror movie ever made.

Warm and thought-provoking portrayal of a journey and a man coping with the onset of age and all that might mean.

The Wicker Man is, more than anything else, a film about what people can do in the name of religion or, more generally, belief. Its power comes not from appeals to the supernatural but from a deep understanding of our own undeniable nature. Horror doesn't get much closer to home than that.