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.