Nekromantik (1987)

Well Easter is upon us and of all the many ways to honour death on a cross, watching trashy films to find something worthy to blog about is certainly one of them. Seems the Bleeding Tree knew it all along and decided to host a Trashy Movie Blog-A-Thon, the date honouring the opening of Tarantino's Grindhouse double feature. I'll let you in on a little secret though, good trashy movies are hard to come by. It's true.

I went into uncharted territory in hopes of finding worthy trash. Nekromantik (1987), a West German gore film that throws in humpin' the dead seemed like just the thing. I dare you to find more trashy than 'Indy low-budget 80s German gore necrophila erotica'. Seriously, tell me something that would top that. I wanna know! If nothing else, Nekromantik redoubles the knowledge that you can still market a film into cult-dom even if you shoot it on Super 8 and 16mm.

Sadly this movie doesn't quite warrant a full review of praise and joy.

It's poor. It takes itself seriously, which is necessary for films to fall into the 'Trashy' category (if you don't you might end up with just plain awesome comedic content like Slither), and although we laughed at this, it was more laughing out of pity, rather than laughing at the awesome badness. This is the main reason 'So Good It's Bad' films are so hard to come by. The 'Pity / Kudos' line is a thin thing indeed.

All this to say that you, serious film fan, need to keep away because it doesn't even come close to being acceptable - on many levels, while you Trashy film freak might like this, because it certainly epitomizes what Trash film is about.

The jism of the story revolves around a couple - of losers - the man works a job where he cleans up dead humans from the side of roads and the like, and he and his girlfriend are majorly into necrophilia. His job affords him the access he needs to get the dead home to bed for quite an icky threesome - that poster above is actually quite a fine representation of the scene where the dead man's eye falls out as she's making sweet love to this nastee corpse. With the film opening with an extreme close up of a woman squatting by the side of the road taking a leak, you can't say they didn't try. Tubs filled with the blood of the dead, gory accidents that take way too long to set up, and a scene where copious bucketloads are ejaculating at violence, those are all a recipe for decent subculture-cool, of the caliber that you don't talk about it at work for fear of being seen in a different light.

In the end? Just crappy.

Overall Rating: 48% (Lacking Life)

So kiddies, rather than going into the archives and revisiting the past for a super-awesome review for a totally terribly fun film like Starcrash for the Blog-A-Thon, I thought I'd tribute ALL the crappy wicked films I've seen of the last couple years by opening a new page in the Vituperatem:

Hidden Phlegms!

Celebrating the love of evil productions.

There you'll find classically great titles that you just know will be bad, our just out there, weird, you knew it didn't get rich stinkers that just plain old fits the bill of deserving drunken commentary. Come on by!

Visit the Trashy Movie portal for other titles that just might be worthy of buying a two-four and inviting some friends over to watch!