Directed by:
Michele SoaviScreenplay:
Gianni RomoliCinematography:
Mauro MarchettiComposer:
Manuel De SicaCast:
Rupert Everett, François Hadji-Lazaro, Anna Falchi, Mickey Knox, Clive Riche, Michele Soavi, Barbara Cupisti, Maddalena Ischiale, Fabiana Formica (more)VOD (1)
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Francesco Dellamorte (Rupert Everett), a cemetery watchman whose job is to slaughter the living dead when they rise hungry from their graves. But following a tragic tryst with a lusty young widow (Anna Falchi), Francisco begins to ponder the mysteries of existence. Is there long-term satisfaction in blasting the skulls of ëreturners'? Will his imbecile assistant find happiness with the partial girl-corpse of his dreams? And if death is the ultimate act of love, can a psychotic killing spree send Dellamorte to the brink of enlightenment? (October Films)
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I couldn’t appreciate it even after a second time. It has an interestingly poetic horror atmosphere and nice visuals, but that’s all. It’s on the border of funny and cringe, originality and nonsense, but leaning rather towards the more negative side. I don’t like films where any stupid thing can happen because it will be justified by something even more stupid later, without ever showing any hints of sense.
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The visual creativity here is amazing. The shot through the burning paper, the shot through the shot-up TV, the camera zooming out from the lit window with Everett on the phone boredly shooting zombies, or the view of planet Earth and the moon, where it is subsequently revealed that the Earth is the decoration of a tomb, the moon reflected in the water, all overseen by a miniature of Böcklin's "Island of the Dead". Cemetery Man deceives us from the beginning into thinking its sort of a cute postmodern goof, only to surprise us in the second half by revealing that it's actually a mindfuck flick where every shot so far has had to be watched. A lot of the charm and, for some, probably the flaws (like the grotesqueness of the characters and the theatricality of some of the performances and sequences) imo stem from the extensive co-production in which five languages were spoken.
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Would you like a B-movie in the style of an early Peter Jackson depravity full of lethal wisecracks? Here you have it. Or perhaps you prefer an existential transcending drama where everything is left to the interpretation of the viewer? Here you have it, too.
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Cemetery Man is an extremely deranged trip beyond the grave that makes even Peter Jackson’s Braindead look mainstream. Of course, I’m not talking about the amount of blood, which is completely irrelevant, but the creator’s original style, which surprisingly looks neither cheap nor ridiculous and has unique, appealing poetics. A delicious affair, if only for a very limited audience.
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