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The film was made the early 1980s at the time of a revolution in makeup effects technology where it gives the appearance of having been construed solely as an exercise in technical showmanship. Every few minutes the plot seems to stop for a new showcase killing. One victim is burned alive; another hacked up; a hospitalized burn victim gets a syringe stabbed in his eyeball; a hitch-hikers head is bashed in with a rock; a doctor has his mouth pumped out with acid. There is precious little redeeming style to make the film look like anything more than the cold and ugly exercise in sadism it is. (It is also very dimly lit which on video makes it difficult to see what is going on). The film is a well-budgeted production, but it is wrecked by the stupidity of the script. The most annoying aspect of the whole film is the twist ending which makes no sense in terms of what has gone on before. It makes the actions of the characters in the film seem senseless how is it that some of the reanimated dead can remember who they are but others have no idea, despite the fact that they are often visibly crumbling apart? The film at least extends the ideas of Night of the Living Dead (1968), the progenitor of the modern zombie genre, as far as they can go the dead are no longer merely trying to devour us, they are us and we havent even noticed. If Night of the Living Dead was an echo of the social turmoil of the 1960s, then Dead & Buried is a 1980s ripsote where the revolutionaries of the 1960s have settled down to boring middle-class lifestyles. The most convincing parts of the film are those scenes involving Jack Albertsons mortician. OBannon and Shusett give the appearance of actually having gone and done some research on the unromanticized aspects of death and have written the character accordingly. Albertson has one quite extraordinary soliloquy where he details his art: Ive replaced missing eyeballs with sawdust and glued the lids together, Ive used bent aluminium combs for dentures, Ive used the back part of the scalp when there was no front part, and Ive folded one hand over wadded-up newspapers when the other had no fingers. You find this obscene, Sheriff? You know what is really obscene? Look at the work Ive done. This is an art and I am the artist. What can you remember about a sealed box, a sealed coffin casket? That is obscene.
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