Surprisingly, Dead & Buried has more in common with the original 1930s walking-dead pictures than George Romero's cannibal-ghoul epics. A small coastal community is plagued by a series of extremely brutal mutilation murders. Brawny sheriff James Farentino tries to solve the case, but must deal with a morbid mortician (Jack Albertson, going out with a bang) and a townful of contentious boneheads. Said boneheads, it seems, are the ones committing the murders. But why?
Moody, well-photographed, and solidly effective, it's a wonder that the film is so relatively obscure. The acting is good, and the deaths are extremely painful (the acid scene comes to mind--ugh!). The sequence in which a family of whining morons blunder through a dilapidated house, only to meet the blade-brandishing welcome wagon, is worth seeing in itself. With a melancholy score by Joe Renzetti, Lisa Blount and Robert Englund in small roles, and cute-as-a-button Melody Anderson happily chattering about voodoo and TV dinners (don't ask--just watch). A very interesting little movie well worth seeking out. And keep your eyes peeled for the Warner paperback novelization.
Moody, well-photographed, and solidly effective, it's a wonder that the film is so relatively obscure. The acting is good, and the deaths are extremely painful (the acid scene comes to mind--ugh!). The sequence in which a family of whining morons blunder through a dilapidated house, only to meet the blade-brandishing welcome wagon, is worth seeing in itself. With a melancholy score by Joe Renzetti, Lisa Blount and Robert Englund in small roles, and cute-as-a-button Melody Anderson happily chattering about voodoo and TV dinners (don't ask--just watch). A very interesting little movie well worth seeking out. And keep your eyes peeled for the Warner paperback novelization.