It’s a work of art, a swath of style and contradiction. It’s a zombie movie with its own canon. It’s equal parts Lynch and Raimi. It’s foreign to an American like me, yet it’s in English. It’s a love story in a unique triangle. Its ugliest images are some of the most beautiful I’ve seen in a horror film. It’s a buddy film with a parallel universe Curly Howard as the buddy. It’s The Walking Dead-creative-killing 20 years before Dead was born. It’s gothic and simultaneously hip.

“I’d give my life to be dead” - Dellamorte 

It is absurd. And it makes perfect sense.

I prefer calling Michele Soavi’s cinematic art-form masterpiece Dellamorte Dellamore but whatevz letterboxd, be that way 😒

For years now, since I was a teenager in the late 90’s, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Whether due to anxiety, existential dread, teenage angst, or annoying neighbors just being too loud, the slightest sleep disturbance has always woken me up, and kept me that way. Luckily, I’d always have films to fall back on that would help take me away to dreamland, and In those particular moments of insomnia, Dellamorte Dellamore has been there for me. Like heroin, I’d watch it and sink into the velvety pillow of Francesco Dellamorte’s hazy, dark philosophies, causing me to question what’s really important in life, and watch my problems float away on dream clouds like the unimportant metaphors they usually are.

I adore this picture.

I feel like I shouldn't even be logging this right now because I definitely need another viewing of this film to really figure out my feelings on it.

Saw it last night on the big screen right after Suspiria.
The first hour was pretty great and I felt like I was watching Michele Soavi's version of Dead Alive. I can't even really pinpoint when things took a turn for the worse but there were some moments that didn't click with me. Then by the end I felt really confused.

I'll definitely watch this one again at some point and give a better review.

Nekromantik wishes it was this movie.

Full review: filmblitz.org/cemetery-man-1994/

What starts off as a relatively straightforward zombie film, gradually twists into something radically different. What, exactly, I’m far from sure: there are many theories, ranging from metaphors for fascism to the hero being a mass murderer in a coma. I would hesitate to commit to any of them, though each appear to have their merits. It’s a bit of a shame, as there was nothing wrong with the original concept to deserve such a lack of loyalty. It, along with Everett’s remarkable screen presence and Soavi’s visual style, would have been enough to carry this, without the need to head off into more obtuse landscapes.

One of the last truly great Italian horror films when they were in their prime. An absurd, gory and hilarious film that gets increasingly more bizarre and wild. While it does run a bit long and the narrative isn't always there, there's never a boring moment in this wildly entertaining movie. A real treat to watch.

Liked it enough but it does get kind of boring ins some spots. I'm just too American in my viewing habits I guess.

I feel like I shouldn't even be logging this right now because I definitely need another viewing of this film to really figure out my feelings on it.

Saw it last night on the big screen right after Suspiria.
The first hour was pretty great and I felt like I was watching Michele Soavi's version of Dead Alive. I can't even really pinpoint when things took a turn for the worse but there were some moments that didn't click with me. Then by the end I felt really confused.

I'll definitely watch this one again at some point and give a better review.

This is a delightfully weird movie from Scalvi and Soavi that's reminiscent of the kind of absurd existentialism you'd associate with Beckett.

I doubt very much everything here has A Point in a grander narrative sense. Rather, the movie is a series of vignettes with common themes of the banality of existence. Life and death. Impotence and virility. None of it matters.

There is a lot of Rupert Everett here and it is very nice.

 Francesco Dellamorte: My name is Francesco Dellamorte. Weird name, isn't it? Francis Of Death. Saint Francis Of Death. I often thought of having it changed. André Dellamorte would be nicer, for example.

ممتاز وحس الكوميديا فيه عالي عجبني واستمتعت فيه 🙏🏻❤️

Filled with some impressive and creative special effects - as well as compelling and thought-provoking cinematography.
Maybe there is something lost in translation with the Italian film crew and English cast - but it is cursed with a very uneven pace, repetitive metaphors, and a mixed bag of actors.
Oh, and boobs. So many boobs.

There is an interesting premise here, but the film takes a turn in the second half, and things become tedious. It's one of those movies where even though I have seen it before, I have to look it up on Wikipedia to see if I missed something while watching it, only to find that I didn't miss anything, and the movie is just a mess.