Dellamorte Dellamore sounds better than cemetery man, but I digress, this cinematic artform is a masterwork in vibes and the last true gasp of Italian horror—a weirdo banger that feels like the culmination of years of lurid linguini and it’s a damn masterpiece.
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…