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.

Utterly bemusing but so tenaciously compelling. There seems to be some sort of limit to my patience when it comes to the absurdity and nonsensicality of Italian horrors, but Dellamorte Dellamore sidesteps the issue by being overtly comedic and using Rupert Everett as a focal point for the strange events so that we actually have something to latch onto throughout the story. Death is absurd but life is, indeed, absurder here where the cemetery man walks as if in a solipsistic dream through an oddly melancholic life. This'll probably improve on second viewing; for now I'm content with raising an eyebrow and looking baffled.

Rating : 8/10

"The rest of the world? Who knows if the rest of the world even exists."
The narration in this sounds so much like Garth Marenghi's Darkplace i'm gonna go watch Garth Marenghi's Darkplace

As poetic as it is charming in a cinematographic masterpiece.
I wonder...Is this where the South Park boys got the idea of a person vomiting on another person out of love?

Tragic yet at times comedic, zany and gory.... I loved this film, with its gorgeous visuals and great shots. Also great performance from Rupert Everett. A little gem of a gothic horror movie.

This movie had a weird frickin energy, which most of the time seems intentional. Fun oddball horror adjacent thing.

I FINALLY saw it. Having watched the Shameless release, this is a beautiful restoration of an utterly hysterical and batshit film and it was everything I hyped it up to myself to be. I am hopelessly in love with this and it's definitely one I'll be rewatching for years to come.

A superb gothic tragedy with surreal and alluring visuals, a cracking lead performance from Rupert Everett, Buckets of gore and a lingering sorrow in its mood. I highly recommend

This film was great. Dellamorte Dellamore is an offbeat, pitch black comedy with a strange atmosphere I can't quite put my finger on, though I am sure it largely comes from the immaculate score.

The way the awful, macabre happenings and bizarre little situations that arise are brushed off so nonchalantly by all the characters whilst surrounded by the thick aforementioned atmosphere almost gives the film an absurdist feel. Rupert Everett playing Francesco Dellamorte manages to simultaneously be one of the strangest and one of the best bits of casting I can recall.

Ghanghi with his sentient severed head bride and Francesco Dellamorte and his nameless heartbreaker in the ossuary of love are now two of my favourite romances in film.

Horror, comedy, madness and love all intertwine and create what is to my knowledge the best piece of Italian cinema to come out past the mid 80s.

Forget Shaun of the Dead, this is the ultimate romcom with zombies.

Far better than Soavi's The Church, which I just couldn't get with. Rupert Everett is pretty good and Anna Falchi is having fun too. The cinematography and set design is excellent, but the film lost my interest with a plot that dilly dallies and ends up lost in its own mythopoeisis.