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Dead and Buried (1981). This creepy 80s horror is a sort of lost gem, in part due to some Chapter 11 shenanigans. Don't let its obscurity knock it off of your radar. As well, be careful of its reviews. Many people have this annoying inability to keep from spoiling the fun. The puissance of Dead and Buried is built on its atmosphere, that sort of "something is really wrong here but I can't quite put my finger on it" quality that propels it forward. It runs the gamut from being labeled as low key gore to a video nasty. The camera does not shy from brutality, but it is no video nasty. The characters mob together in fashioning a collective dread, one that is discomforting in its obscure origins. Amazingly, our protag gets away with his over the top acting; in fact, I was more than amused by it. The central focus, though, was on Jack Albertson's "Dobs," a character that was off kilter enough to leave the viewer wondering into which direction will he fall. The color of his tie and those bottle lens glasses were an apropos touch. The rest of the cast was sprinkled with some up and comers, the most notable being Robert Englund. The makeup effects were chilling fun, a tribute to the days before CGI. The cult-like following of this theater bomb is well-deserved; I'm in. Merci.
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