There have been a few horror movies throughout my life that have come highly recommended to me. So naturally I get comfortable, watch them, and for the most part I end up highly recommending them to someone else. I like to pay it forward. But sometimes, one of those highly recommended horror movies ends up stumping my brain to the point that I don’t really see what all of the fuss is about. Such was the case when I first sat down with the 1994 Italian horror/comedy Cemetery Man aka Dellamorte Dellamore (which is a much better title in my opinion).
Now don’t go grabbing your torches and pitchforks just because I didn’t quite get into Cemetery Man the first time I watched it. I know it has a strong cult following, and I know it has Rupert Everett in it and he’s a well respected actor. And honestly, I love the horror/comedy concept – but considering I saw Dead Alive before I saw Cemetery Man, I’m thinking that my expectations may have been a tad high since Dead Alive blew me away as far as horror comedies go. Rat monkeys and karate priests are hard to top.
Considering the amount of horror crap I’ve watched though in the 15 some odd years since my first viewing of Dellamorte Dellamore (again, I like this title more), I guess I should kind of be ashamed that I haven’t rewatched it since. Fear not though! I do want to revisit it, and want to revisit it soon. I just need some motivation. Something that I can hold onto. Something that stands out. Something round and supple that will definitely make me want to watch this movie again……..
Aside from having a fear of mayonnaise, I also have a striking fear of having somebody shove their fingers literally into my face. A strange fear, I know, but that’s why this week’s Sunday Bloody Sunday is all the more personal to me.
If you’ve never seen Peter Jackson’s bloody brilliant Dead Alive (aka Braindead), then you shouldn’t be reading any horror sites anymore. Your privileges have been revoked. But if you’re like me and have seen a couple hundred times, then maybe one of your favorite scenes is when the nurse gets a face full of Mum’s fingers. Watch below and enjoy the deadly digit demise. Try saying that 5 times fast.
Being that I’m a HUGE fan of Peter Jackson’s 1992 blood-soaked opus, Dead Alive, I was pretty ecstatic and giddy when I found this rare VHS sales promo ad for the movie that was given out to video stores before it’s release:
Are we sure that this was released in 1992? Because the music is definitely straight out of the 80’s and makes me want to exercise for some reason. But anyway, let’s talk about the toothless elephant in the room for a second. The dentally-challenged guy who proclaims “It’s like Monty Python meets George Romero. Outstanding!!!” is awesome. He deserved some kind of spin-off or something, even though I don’t think you can do spin-offs from a VHS sales tape.
Hopefully this promo gave Dead Alive the boost that it needed when it was distributed to video stores in 1992. And hopefully, everyone enjoyed and got great use out of their Dead Alive candy dispensers. I’m kind of envious and bitter that I didn’t get to enjoy my own candy dispenser. Life sucks sometimes. I for one discovered this movie on VHS, and came close to wearing out my copy from so many viewings. I just can’t get enough of that damn rat monkey!