Mynameisroman I just remembered this movie and thought i could write a review after seeing this maybe 20 year ago. I know... 20 years? how much could i remember? well, this movie was very disturbing so it left an impression. I'm a fan of splatter movies. When watching Dead Alive i was laughing the whole movie because it was so funny. But this one is different. No Humor here. Its a serious and very sick movie with explicit and disgusting scenes. i watched it on VHS so after maybe 30-45 minutes in i clicked on fast forward and watched the rest of the movie with 3x speed just to get it over with. i will never watch this ever again. The movie just feels too realistic.

grantss Robert Schmadkte and his wife Betty have a fetish for blood and dead bodies. Luckily for them, Robert is in the right line of work for such a passion - he is part of a "clean up" crew, picking up dead bodies and taking them to the morgue. The bodies are often in states of decomposing or have limbs or sections missing. Robert often brings a body home for him and his wife to enjoy. Then one day his wife decides she prefers the latest dead body to her husband...A perverse mess. Had some potential regarding exploring fetishes and perverse lifestyles, but wasn't too illuminating. The movie relies largely on shock value, and even then it is more schlock than shock. Cheap stunts for attention. In the second half the movie tries to have some sort of meaning but it is just pretentious, rambling garbage.In keeping with the z-grade nature of the movie, performances are generally quite unconvincing. Not worth seeing, not even out of curiosity.

BA_Harrison Rob Schmadtke (Daktari Lorenz) is part of a clean-up team that removes dead bodies from public areas. Mixing work with play, Rob, a necrophiliac, occasionally manages to pocket random body parts, which he takes home to share with his equally twisted girlfriend Betty (Beatrice Manowski). When given the responsibility of disposing of a whole, decomposing corpse, Rob seizes the opportunity of a lifetime, taking the body home to use as a sexual plaything.It's been over 25 years since I first saw Nekromantik—a dodgy nth generation bootleg VHS with no subs given to me by a friend with the same dubious taste in film—but even though I've seen a lot of extreme cinema since, Jörg Buttgereit's transgressive classick of German underground horror has lost none of its power to shock.Dealing with the extremely iffy subject of necrophilia, with all the yucky, oozing, slime and bodily fluids that go with it, Buttgereit's film is still difficult to stomach despite a streak of dark humour running through proceedings. As if the nauseating sight of someone getting busy with a putrefying corpse isn't bad enough, the film also throws in a spot of animal death (both fake and real), full frontal male nudity, some random urination, the murder and rape of a prostitute (in that order!), a wonderfully bloody decapitation by shovel, and a final scene that has to rank as one of the most unforgettably repulsive acts ever committed to film.Technically speaking, Buttgereit's film is a little rough around the edges, but he tells his tale with confidence, even experimenting with some artsy-fartsy visual effects during a love scene between Betty and the body, and throwing in a hilarious dream sequence that is reminiscent of avant-garde French cinema, albeit with a severed head and gut slinging. Nekromantik also benefits immensely from a surprisingly good score by Daktari Lorenz, Hermann Kopp and John Boy Walton which lends certain scenes a strange sense of beauty despite the repugnant visuals.Needless to say, this isn't a film to share with the whole family (unless your family happens to have furniture made from human bones and an extra large freezer out back, in which case, share away); on the other hand, fans of low budget German splatter, extreme horror, or transgressive cinema in general should consider the film essential viewing.

Bloodwank A lady, panties at her ankles taking a p!ss by a roadside. I smiled. In this topsy turvy world of ours its gratifying to see such an opening so beauteously brazen, when you sit down to a film and a stream of urine is practically the first thing you see, well you know for damn sure you ain't in Kansas any more. Of course Nekromantik isn't really a film about women pissing by roadsides (probably a niche area even by urine fetish standards), not much thematic content in that there pale fluid, but the gesture is still delightful. Then both lady and her companion get in an altercation with a road barrier, bringing the film to its point, Death. I got a little hard. Plot is simple, we follow Rob, who works for a corpse cleanup team and has a hot girlfriend with whom he shares a passionate fondness for the departed. And just when things are really looking bright, everything goes to pieces. For all this the film is never truly depressing and has little of the truly sickening, instead it thrives on visual flair, morbid hilarity (notably a hysterical game of innard catch) and quality leads. The key is that whilst Rob and Betty may be a wee bit twisted, the film never reacts in disgust, indeed they seem positive, an antidote to apathy in their death steeped world. Whilst others stumble into death (accidents!) or commodify it (stomach churning rabbit farm sequence) they take death for their lives, for their pleasure, they luxuriate in its beauty in manner presented without abhorrence. Happily both are captured in fine performances, Daktari Lorenz makes for an utterly compelling haunted and dirty lead, skeazy complexion, dank and drear demeanour flaring to activity when around his beloved dead and Beatrice M. equally great as Betty (sadly she doesn't have as much screen time since she's pretty fine in a stab as soon as kiss you kinda way). She provides a bit of contrast, animal sexuality with a hint of malice and a nice sort of energy, like Lorenz wholly convincing. Its actually somewhat surprising that the acting is on the money here as the real goods come from writer/director/cinematic ultra wizard Jorg Buttgereit's artists eye and sense of humour, backed up by superb scoring (also from Daktari Lorenz). There are great images throughout this one, blood dripping from a cats tail or shattered rear view mirror, gorgeous line of outstretched leg from bath of blood, even a gentle meadow, cinematographer Uwe Bohrer capturing beauty and yearning romance on perhaps unpromising film stock (Super 8?). Lots of quality set decoration as well, rather authentic with the various corpses around often pretty convincing. Some sweet gore into the bargain too. The score is equally impressive, tunes of love and charm, of uplift and delight during the sex scene, later passages of disturbing discord and a memorable patch of repetitive strings portending breakdown. For all that the film excels at its art (and there are scarce few efforts in any genre from the same time period that come close) it probably should be noted that this one really isn't for everyone. This isn't a film of much psychological subtlety or philosophical depth, seekers after intellectual rigour will not find too much here as thematically this is about as upfront as they come, more concerned with aesthetics than serious discourse. I also wouldn't recommend it to those who look for gloss or conspicuous professionalism, though a triumph it is still definitely an underground film. And finally there's the small question of taste, it is conceivable I suppose that the notion of sex with dead people may not be palatable to all. But I can hardly recommend it strongly enough to those hardy enough to take the journey, 'tis truly one of the master-works of cinematic sickness. 10/10 from me, an instant favourite.