Utterly bizarre and eventually unintelligible, Dellamorte Dellamore is one of those films that starts off in one direction and then flips over to something different half way through (think From Dusk till Dawn or Predator). Rupert Everett stars as Francesco Dellamorte, a lonely cemetary 'engineer' with a problem; the dead come back to life at night. Whilst he takes this duty quite seriously the rest of his life is a pathetic blur livened only by the appearance of a beautiful widow (the unbelievably gorgeous Anna Falchi). This is where the film becomes strange and confused as the two characters embark on a bizarre and ultimately short-lived love affair.
I won't go into any more detail on the plot but it's obvious that writer Giovanni Romoli has a good idea bound up in far too much pseudo-intellectual 'what is death?' crap and director Michele Soavi has no idea how to helm a film which should become increasingly tense and exciting. The result is a dissapointing sub-Braindead load of old cobblers lightened only by some relatively humourous deadpan one-liners. |
