A rollicking good time that doesn’t care one what about visual excess or maximum gore, Cemetery Man will entertain far more people than I presume would expect to enjoy it. Rupert Everett’s star qualities, finally made known to a broad audience since his killer turn in My Best Friend’s Wedding, are the perfect blend of smirkiness and swarthiness to hold together this tale of a graveyard attendant who is constantly, wearily assaulted by the corpses of people who just don’t feel like being dead. The buzz of Rupert’s doorbell usually signals the arrival of one such zombie, whom he promptly and even politely kills, then buries with the help of his mishmouthed, hunchback assistant Gnaghi. All in a day’s work for Rupert, whose name in this baroquely perverse film is Francesco Dellamore Dellamorte, which literally translates to “Francesco of Love, of Death.”
Day: January 19, 2007
Stalking the deceased is pretty easy
Every celebrity has a cult like following. Some of them are even lucky enough to have a stalker or two. One common trait is that all of the celebrities are currently living. Not so for Edgar Allan Poe.
A strange man has been visiting Poe’s grave in Baltimore for the 58th straight day. No one knows who he is. He was nearly discovered recently, but managed to slip away.
By the way, SG would like to send out a “happy birthday” to Poe, who turns 198 today. We’ll drink a cask of Amontillado for you.
Doooooooooon’t stop
Belieeeeeeeeeevin’!!! Hold onto that feeeeeeeeeeeeeeling!!!
Hugh Hefner, who turns 81 in April, says he might want to father another child with one of his current harem brothel bordello girlfriends. You’d the think tap just might have run dry by now, right?
You move, the town moves with you
Think your town sucks? Everyone thinks that. What’s worse, they’re all saying that about you and your town behind your back. You may want to wear a tin foil hat.
One Swedish town sucks so much they have to move it elsewhere.