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I put down a decent bit of cash for an import DVD a couple weeks ago and have been very happy I did. Had been years since I last saw it, my video copy having made its way to that place videos go.
What we've got here is a very odd film - a zombie flick without an overabundance of gore, a black comedy with a very Italian bent, an existential (excuse the word, I'm sorry) horror film. It creates and defies expectations at every turn, and I think it's safe to say there's really not another film like it. It doesn't always make sense, but if you can get around that...
A brief rundown, since it seems few are familliar:
Rupert Everett (who knew?) plays Francesco Dellamore, a cemetery keeper in a strangely isolated Italian town. He's assisted by an emotionally aware half-wit named Nagi, played by the guy who appeared in City Of Lost Children as the fat blind bio-mechanic chap. The bit here is that in this town, the dead rise again after seven days, at which point Francesco has to put them down again, typically using a simple bullet. This goes on throughout the film, and it's not played in a Romero sort of way - routine is the point, rather than gore. Francesco falls in love with a widow, and his life gets somewhat complicated. There's moral and emotional uncertainty, beaurocratic confusion and some good old fashioned sex and gore with an end that resembles a collision between a philosopher, a cartographer and a case of vodka. |
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