City of the Living Dead
Gates of Hell
Carlo De Mejo
First posted in
a different form
on March 19, 2011
Here we go, back into the world of Italian Horror. Last time I had the pleasure (if I might sully the word pleasure) of witnessing The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Tomb, a film that makes you wish someone would gather up every last copy of it, set it on fire so that you might foul the ashes. This time, it’s a work by the Gore-Hound’s best friend, Lucio Fulci, the guy who brought us zombies fighting sharks and women who scuba dive in the nude.
Classy pictures, don’t you know.[1.]
Paura nella città dei morti viventi was my first Fulci movie, and, frankly, my expectations were quite low. That might explain the high marks I gave it.
Then again, there are quite a few stylish touches in the film and, after watching too many screaming dead teen movies beforehand it was nice to see someone who seemed to know what they were doing, horrorwise.
In any case, let’s go see what’s to see in a city of the living dead.