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Vinegar Syndrome: Cemetery of Terror (1985) - Reviewed
On a
Mexican Halloween night a group of bored teens decide to steal a corpse from
the local morgue in an effort to try and revive the body. The only problem is, ala Frankenstein,
they’ve stolen the body of a Satan worshipping homicidal maniac and
inadvertently unleash unholy havoc on themselves and the nearby town. Quickly bodies fall in all manner of increasingly
gruesome over the top ways, leaving only master of the occult Dr. Carden (Hugo
Stiglitz) standing in the way of unspeakable evil and the survival of mankind.
The big
screen debut of Mexican writer-director Rubén Galindo, Jr.
Cemetery of Terror, unearthed by Vinegar Syndrome alongside their
releases for the director’s equally bonkers horror mashups Don’t Panic and
Grave Robbers, is among the nuttiest zombie films in living (or
unliving?) memory. Chock full of buckets
of practically rendered gore effects, absurd plot twists with a final showdown
you won’t soon forget and a curious mixture of slasher and supernatural horror
tropes, the film announced the arrival of a new kind of world horror
moviemaking.
As
with his subsequent features, Galindo’s films more or less play out the same
premise of a group of unassuming teenagers summoning the Devil himself with
varying degrees of visual effects renderings of bloodshed, murder and
mayhem. Moreover, the film doesn’t slow
down once the cat is out of the bag until the end credits roll. While a smorgasbord of disparate genres of
American horror that shouldn’t go together, the film nevertheless delivers the
goods in terms of shock thrills made with a clear love for the horror
film.
Technically
speaking Cemetery of Terror is a strong first-time director’s feature
with some colorful cinematography by Luis Medina and Rosalio Solano and a
brooding score by Chucho Zarzosa.
Performances by the young ensemble cast are serviceable with screen
legend Hugo Stiglitz taking on the role of unlikely hero though the film’s real
stars are the visual effects artists who conjure up some grotesquely memorable
death scenes and striking zombie sequences.
As
with the more fully developed Grave Robbers and the batshit Don’t Panic,
Cemetery of Terror is only making an appearance to American filmgoers
now. Until the good folks at Vinegar Syndrome
dug these out from cinematic purgatory, the name Rubén Galindo, Jr. didn’t
necessarily ring a bell for most horror filmgoers. Though Galindo’s theatrical filmmaking career
petered out before going on to do straight to video fare, his brief stint in horror
left behind three indelible offerings most veterans working in the genre would
be proud of. Cemetery of Terror might
serve up familiar goods but they’re bloody as Hell all the same!
--Andrew Kotwicki