Movies that are slightly off.
City of the Living Dead
And the dead shall rise and walk the earth!
City of the Living Dead (Italian: Paura nella città dei morti viventi, also known as The Gates of Hell) is a 1980 Italian horror film directed by Lucio Fulci. It is the first installment of the unofficial Gates of Hell trilogy which also includes The Beyond and The House by the Cemetery. Fulci makes an uncredited cameo appearance as Dr. Joe Thompson in the film.
This was my introduction to Italian horror films which spiraled out of control into an obsessed frenzy after one watch. I remember renting this (as Gates of Hell) when I was still a teenager. I watched the tape, stopped it after the credits, picked up my jaw, rewound the tape and watched it again. I then walked a couple blocks to my friends house, invited her to my house where we could watch it together. In a single rental day span, I watched this movie three times.
While the notorious regurgitation scene (complete with an appearance by horror director Michele Soavi) in the cemetery BLEW MY MIND, I was hooked at the very beginning. Seeing a priest commit suicide while…
Extract from HAMLET by William Shakespeare:
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
It must be "se offendendo"; it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
Extract from CITY OF THE LIVING DEAD by Lucio Fulci:
I saw a porno flick once, where this guy got so
carried away, he humped himself to death.
Too much of a good thing.
Yeah, but what a way to go.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, City of the Living Dead may not be Lucio Fulci's finest horror film, but it can probably be considered one of the single most important horror films of my life. Everything changed after the first time I watched it and the rest is history.
*Watched on Arrow blu, which has a few different commentary tracks worth checking out.
Sixty in September: 1/60.
Holy god. My skin has crawled off me and into another dimension. I've seen The Beyond and House by the Cemetery and Zombi 2, and, lord, if nothing could have prepared me for this one.
Unease with The Cat o' Nine Tails, but I'm somewhere else entirely now. I've shuddered and grimaced with it and caught myself mumbling revulsions to myself out loud and rolling around. The face of zombie Emily! The crying blood and intestinal vomit!
Fabio Frizzi. My brain is reeling. Fulci. He gains more and more power over my imagination. It's tremendous. I scarcely know what to say.
Words will come. But this is the thing I'm looking for. It's startling to know something so bizarre and wonderful can possibly have existed -- can exist. I'm in some kind of sick and terrible love.
My first time seeing this horror classic. As I occasionally do on films that have a lot to dissect on a first viewing I will just list a few thoughts.
-There is so much great style on display here right off the bat. That opening with the wind ripping smoke and leaves though the graveyard intercut with the seance is terrific. The shots of the priest hanging himself and the closeup on Catronia MacColl's eye--fantastic!
-Bob* was a creepy weirdo but he didn't deserve to go out like that. Industrial drill to the temple. Harsh.
-The score by Fabio Frizzi is one of the all time great horror scores. The driving pulse and ultimate crescendo in the climactic scene is…
A priest hangs himself and sets in motion a plague of undead murderousness in a tiny upstate town. A young woman is rescued from live burial by the rumpled man's George Segal. A creep in a shanty romances a blow-up doll. Mouths run over with entrails. Brains bubble out of shattered skulls. Airborne maggots swirl around a study. Drill bits sink into heads, children are traumatized and grave diggers reminisce about porn. Some of these things cohere. Some of them don't. None of it matters. Fulci gonna Fulci.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Here is another Lucio Fulci-directed piece of refuse that causes a pain in the head due to its incomprehensiblity and does all it can to make the viewer throw up. The Gates of Hell, or City of the Living Dead as it was originally called in Fulci's native Italy, is just about worthless.
In the small New England village of Dunwich, a local priest has hung himself which somehow opens the gates of Hell! In New York City a psychic (Katriona MacColl) has seen a vision of this tragedy and immediatlely drops dead from fright. If this promising beginning indicates that an actual story might be forming, then it's purely by accident. Enter bad movie regular Christopher George (Graduation Day,…
I love Italians
Something something List. I think this is my favorite of the Gates of Hell Trilogy. While it's definitely not going to win points for telling a smooth story and features some pretty baffling sojourns, it has a very constant oppressive atmosphere that Fulci and co. are able to mine effectively and it boasts some of Fulci's best sequences as a director, and for my money, he peaked with the genuinely fantastic casket sequence that feels genuinely nerve-wracking even when rescue does finally arrive. Plus, any film that reuses the theme from Zombie and kills off Christopher George in such an over the top way can't possibly be at all bad!
Como siempre, la atmósfera y el gore son los mandamases en las películas de Fulci y los que hacen que uno deje de lado la incoherencia de la trama. Aunque City of the Living Dead no me haya gustado tanto como The Beyond, tiene elementos que disfruté bastante como el soundtrack de Fabio Frizzi (común que pase esto, Frizzi es un genio), la escena de los gusanos y el momento más memorable: la escena de la chica que vomita sus órganos internos. Incluso para los estándares actuales es asquerosa. Y Catriona MacColl es grandiosa, aún con su corta filmografía hizo lo suficiente con Fulci como para que la recordemos.
A priest hangs himself in a cemetery that happens to be sitting on a gate to hell. Bad stuff ensues, including vomiting up internal organs, walls bleeding, showers of maggots. You know, fun stuff like that.
Good atmosphere. Moody music. Some pretty half decent acting too. Well, I guess it's a pretty mixed bag, but a lot of the principle characters were surprisingly good. Really loved the end stuff visually (though the ending itself just...doesn't work.) I definitely like The Beyond more, because this movie has more plot, and I think it could have been interesting, but Fulci clearly wanted to make something more like The Beyond and was just struggling against the more conventional type stuff in here. This…
Der deutsche Titel "Ein Zombie hing am Glockenseil" verklärt den eigentlichen Inhalt des Horrorfilms, der bis auf Geschmacklosigkeiten wie Stürme von Maden, die eigenen Eingeweide herauskotzende Figuren und dergleichen mehr, einer klaren Linie folgt. Darin gleicht er Filmen wie Nosferatu, die in einer grausamen Langsamkeit Spannung aufbauend, die Unumkehrbarkeit des Todes und den Schauder davor zelebrieren. Einige Szenen wie das Durchbohren eines Kopfes oder der Schluss sind zu gewollt irgendwelchen Horrorfilmkonventionen wie derbsten Splatterelementen oder dem endlosen Schrecken folgend, weshalb es ein paar Punkte Abzug gibt.
You know, not as much of a zombie movie as I thought it was gonna be! No complaints here, since it's hardly my favorite subgenre. The gore was nasty, the mystery intriguing, and the whatthefuckery ever-present.
Pretty boring! But the gore and make up was fantastic. And I've never seen zombies rip out the back of victims skulls before. I'm still interested in checking out more Fulci.
Another classic from Lucio Fulci.
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recommend shit to me, please! esp. little known sleazy stuff