City Of The Living Dead - 1980 - 5/10
AKA - Paura Nella Città dei Morti Viventi
During a séance, a medium sees a priest commit suicide thereby cracking the seal that keep the dead – dead.
Hooking up with a cavalier journalist, she heads to Dunwich, hurrying, because there is an All Saint’s deadline.
Lucio Fulci horror film suffers meandering plot (he does try to enliven by periodically killing a blonde), cheap sets, and exteriors that resemble the Dust Bowl by day, foggy moors by night.
For most of the film, there is little tension or urgency. The “hurrying” couple from New York take the scenic route.
When omens or portents appear, the typical response is akin to, “Look at that crack, better call a plasterer.”
How about the payoff?
The final twenty minutes is standout. Red wrigglers, maggots, fat rats.
Who knew mostly deserted Dunwich (née Salem) would boast such an impressive cemetery?
This section is gross, sickening and side splitting - depending on your warped sense of humor.