This minor cult classic is an Italian-made, English-language
zombie comedy that was made a full decade before the “zom-com” became a
full-fledged sub-genre starting with Shaun of the Dead (2004). Rupert Everett is the ominously named Franceso
Dellamorte (“of death”), the caretaker of a country cemetery where hungry
corpses climb out of their graves soon after being buried. There is no explanation about why this
happens or why the phenomenon seems to only apply to this one cemetery rather
than becoming a global epidemic as in most zombie movies. The film is like a mix of Dario Argento and
David Lynch, with its surreal juxtaposition of black humor, gruesome carnage
and dark eroticism. It’s not wacky like
so many movies with the same loose premise, but mysterious and dreamlike, with
color so muted it’s easy to remember the film as being almost black-and-white.
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