The House by the Cemetery 4K 1981

The family (of three people - mom, dad and son) moves to an old house, where a certain doctor Freidstein, a mad surgeon, once lived. After a while, a strange noise is heard from the basement ...

Throughout the film, your humble servant, rushed from side to side. Sympathize or love, sympathize or love, sympathize or love - ohhh, a tough choice. The final minute, yes, it was the minute that did its job. I love you guys. Awesome horror movie!

Fulci's grandfather is an uncompromising director (check out how the storyline of Pieroni's heroine ended, and then look at her in Argento's Infernal movie, ah-hee-hee, she was hanging out with a cat there), the stump is clear. I was ready to accept absolutely any hardcore denouement, but the maestro really impressed me.

"No one will ever know if children are monsters or monsters are children" - and so unbearably sad after this phrase. Of course, a reference to Clayton's Innocents, no questions asked. All the same, Fulci, after all, literally at the very last moment, wrapped the most cruel (I emphasize) horror in a dramatic shell. Scoundrel, pricked in the heart.

I suspect that the composer Walter Rizzati is still to blame here. Amazing (and damn atmospheric) music. They touched Z. Although, it would seem, bloody murders (they pierce the skull with a knife, Lucio is a master of such sketches, one spit), the strange behavior of the main characters (standard), a house with a bad past (generally banal, a million horror films about all sorts of ghosts).

We've all seen it. Yes? Not. Fulci's direction works wonders. "House on the edge of the cemetery" - slightly pushes the fellows in the shop. I am often criticized that I kind of praise Lucio's paintings, and he is just an ordinary machine operator, category B, shoots nonsense and blah-blah-blah. I don't care, I love Fulci. Genius!

"House on the edge of a cemetery" is another masterpiece of Lucio. A very scary movie, a very attractive movie, a sweet-nasty movie. I repeat - with an unbearable ending. Bravo, master. Everlasting memory! Italians should be proud (not just Fellini and Pasolini) that they had such a horror wizard. To the collection!