Ginger Nuts of Horror
Welcome back to Film Gutter, where we spend a while swimming in the effluence that mainstream horror leaves behind. After a week off, we're back with the first of three reviews looking at one of the best-known names in extreme horror, and a man synonymous with the video nasty era, Jorg Buttgereit. So infamous was his movie Nekromantik that it has only just been granted a cinema release for the first time, 26 years after its initial release. But more of that one – and its surprising sequel – in the next fortnight.
For today, we're spending some time looking at Schramm, Buttgereit's take on the serial killer movie. The movie begins with the death of our lead character, who falls from a ladder whilst painting his house. Cosy and domestic, no? Well, anything but, in all honesty. Because in those dying moments we relive the life of Lothar Schramm in all its glory and ugliness. The film comes with the subtitle 'Into the Mind of a Serial Killer', which works perfectly for this one.
Welcome back to Film Gutter, and today we're diving deeper than ever before into the darkest waters of horror – in fact, in this review we'll be diving all the way down to hell itself for the shadowy trip that is Necromentia.
Honestly, this was a film that I knew very little of before coming to watch. It had a few mentions on some of my favourite 'disturbing films' lists, but other than that I was coming to this one pretty much blind. What I was getting myself into was perhaps not as horrific in terms of content as some of our previous reviews, but the atmosphere of this film was absolutely, unrelenting bleak and – for want of a better word – grubby.