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If you think you hate your job, think again. Francesco Dellamorte (Rupert Everett), the titular Cemetery Man, lives a lonely life with a dead-end career. He works and resides in a cemetery that holds a dark, hidden secret. You see, those who are buried in Dellamorte's cemetery have the tendency to rise from the dead. Francesco's job is to make sure the dead remain dead. When they rise, he must hunt them down and ensure they get their eternal rest. Since his strange career takes up most of his time, there is no room in his life for romance or friendship. His sole companion is his mute, Igor-like assistant Gnaghi (François Hadji-Lazaro). Not surprisingly, Francesco has grown weary of the dull drum and repetitive routine his job and life have become. It is not until he meets the girl of his dreams (Anna Falchi), who happens to be a widow attending her husband's funeral, that Francesco realizes that there may be more to life than this. Sound a bit odd? Well, it is. But fans of the zombie and the "twentysomething disgruntled worker" genres will feel right at home with this Michele Soavi cult favorite. At its center,
Cemetery Man is a black comedy/existential mediation on loneliness and career disappointment. But where
Fight Club is entrenched in an action/buddy-flick setting and
Office Space is a strict black comedy,
Cemetery Man is staged deep in the Italian zombie genre, giving it extra points for originality.
--Rob Bracco Stills from Cemetary Man (Click for larger image)
From The New Yorker
It begins promisingly, like one of the old Mario Bava Italian horror movies: a graveyard watchman (Rupert Everett, in various stages of undress) who dispatches the dead when they come back to life falls for a beautiful widow, and their romance is sexy, ghoulish fun. But eventually the watchman loses his mind, becoming unable to distinguish the dead from the living, and the movie loses its humor as it turns into a listless existential exercise about the meaning of life and death. The director, Michele Soavi, shoots with a hip, decorative eye-he has a gift for atmosphere-but his story is missing the sensational excesses of a "Re-Animator" or an "Evil Dead 2"; he takes the madness seriously. -Bruce Diones
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