retrospective : city of the living dead ( 1980 )
a film review by mike watson copyright 1997
mike watson
i once heard someone describe the films of italian schlock horror director lucio fulci as " dim - witted " .
and by golly , just about all other words fail me when confronted with a dog like city of the living dead .
although the late fulci managed some rather good thrillers in his career , this is not one of them .
two points in the movie 's favour -
the impressive camerawork of sergio salvati and occasionally evocative score by fabio frizzi - keep things from falling totally into the abyss , but by and large city of the living dead is a failure .
and like most cinematic failures , it comes down to bad writing , dumb performances and lousy direction .
the story starts in new york when , during a seance , a medium ( katherine mccoll ) sees a vision of a priest hanging himself in the town of dunwich , massachusetts .
for reasons we wo n't go into here , this opens the gates of hell which must be closed by all saints day or the dead will rise and walk the earth .
the medium apparently dies of fright during the seance , but awakens in her coffin in the graveyard the next day and is rescued by a crusty old journalist ( christopher george ) .
that scene in itself is a howler
: why would you bust open a coffin with a large pick axe when you know someone is alive inside ?
and do n't cadavers have various things stuffed in them and drained out of them before they 're buried ?
anyway , off the two of them go to dunwich to save the world , where various grisly goings - on are already happening as all saints day approaches .
fulci 's
graphic gore is in evidence once again , but here it only serves to further highlight the film 's flimsy script and plodding direction .
the dialogue , in all manner of speaking , is unspeakable .
not bad in the quotable sense , like an ed wood film , but bad in its sheer dullness or blatantly obvious
" lets explain the plot " type approach .
mccoll does n't have a clue who her character is : deadly serious one minute , frivolous the next , she at times is genuinely hard to watch .
and the geezer ( the actor 's name escapes me ) who plays the town psychiatrist becomes even harder to stomach than mccoll as the film progresses .
christopher george 's performance is salvageable , but he gets his brains ripped out in the end by a zombie and we do n't care .
in fact we do n't care for anyone in city of the living dead , though in other fulci films that has n't mattered so much when he was on form as a stylist and an ideas man , as he was in the beyond .
as a director , some of fulci ' idiosyncrasies are incredibly silly and annoying here .
he constantly uses extreme close - ups of people 's eyes , a ridiculous technique which suggests an attempt to convey the emotion that his dialogue and actors are n't capable of .
and despite some gruesome violence , he barely manages a single scare in the entire film .
long - time collaborator fabio frizzi , talented but always erratic , offers a patchy soundtrack that veers between eerie , gothic death marches and woefully inappropriate electro - pop that 's quite frankly embarrassing
.
fulci 's other films of this period may be flawed - house by the cemetery ,
the beyond , the black cat - but they are nonetheless films with more inspiration , atmosphere and better dialogue than this turkey .
for completists
only .
bad in its sheer dullness or blatantly obvious a failure . and like most cinematic failures , it comes down to bad writing , dumb performances and lousy direction does n't have a clue who her character is keep things from falling totally into the abyss the film 's flimsy script and plodding direction . the dialogue , in all manner of speaking , is unspeakable incredibly silly and annoying here . he constantly uses extreme close - ups of people 's eyes , a ridiculous technique that scene in itself is a howler becomes even harder to stomach genuinely hard to watch turkey quite frankly embarrassing a patchy soundtrack