Cemetery Man (Italy, 1994)

Cemetery Man. How I love thee.

I may be looking at it through a haze of nostalgia (or it could simply be the crappy Canadian only VHS tape I own) but "Dellamorte Dellamore" is the greatest gore-art-film that Sam Raimi, Wong Kar Wai aand Dario Argento birthed in an alternate dimension where Italian films ALL star Rupert Everett. Mr. Everett stars as the MAN in question, who we learn in the opening scene, is the care-taker of the cemetery. This means he walks around in a towel, cigarette dangling from his lips and blows away the recently dead with a six shooter loaded with explosive DUMB DUMB bullets. And that's pretty normal compared to what happens after the credits. You see, Mr. Dellamorte isn't leading a happy life. He constantly has to take care of those pesky zombies, he has debts to pay, and the living are such a bother. Well, that is until he meets the beautiful GIRL and they have a passionate night of love-making as the souls of the dead fly around them. He thinks that maybe there's more to life. He may even quit his job. Then she dies. And comes back. Again. And Again. And Again. But that doesn't stop our hero from wanting to get out. All he needs to do is take care of the bus-load of dead bikers and a platoon of boyscout before he closes shop. On second though, more bullets may be necessary. . Is it all a dream? Hallucination? I won't tell you if we get those answers, but you you owe it to yourself to seek out a film that defies your attempts to pin it down. Is it a dark social comedy? A boyscout killing gore film? Graveyard based erotica? Or is it simply a deconstruction of our beliefs that we all have a higher place in life? WATCH IT!