City of the Living Dead - What a Mess

Since I have no imagination of my own anymore, I let Amazon Prime recommend everything. I first saw this piece of shit in my early horror endeavors when it was shown in about 10 parts on youtube. Even then, this movie didn't impress me. However, I've grown to accept Fulci's shitty standards as a goldmine of stupid Italian subtleties. I get a good laugh out of them, and this movie gave me a few laughs.

It has something the do with spiritual revenge of old forces manifesting in zombie-esque figures that present some means of killing people in a grapic and prolonged ways that are too weird to be artsy, but this thing caught on somehow. This movie has a lot of bullshit.

Italian hero Giovanni Lombardo Radice plays some guy who eventually gets caught up by his forbidden girlfriend's father, who brutally murders him as he pleads for a chance to explain. Prolonged and graphic. A superfluous kill in an otherwise loosely constructed motif of characters in barely related horror scenarios. Only a weird Italian son of a bitch could have written something like this, let alone shot it. If anyone knows anything about Fulci, chime in. I fear that he may not be as interesting as I want him to be.

But in the end, a bunch of stuff happens. I recall a wacky scene for the premature burial, the power drill bit, the dastardly brain squeezes, gut-spewing, and some very Zombi 2 brand music.

But in the end end, the kid runs to them and they are relieved. They are not relieved. They are worried. Why are they worried? WHY?!