

A rabbit is grabbed and stuck with a knife, while the camera holds through the whole process, before the man proceeds to skin and prepare it. Sequences of necrophilia and short bursts of gory violence aside, it should be noted that there is a prolonged shot of real animal suffering in here. Thank fucking Christ you don’t see that every day. I mean, is it not normal for your love scenes to begin with dragging a decomposing corpse to bed, sticking a pipe in its crotch, attaching a condom to the pipe, before initiating a lengthy and very gross threesome? Riding cowgirl on this boney boner is one thing, but I personally draw the line at him repeatedly sucking at and around the eyeball, which was a real pig’s eye taken from a slaughterhouse no less.

Most discussion on this movie invariably returns to the sex scene. Scroll through any forums, reviews and comment sections on this film and you’ll see it is the cinematic equivalent of Marmite some really enjoy the taste of the taboo while others are left gagging under the table. Needless to say, this is a purposefully shocking piece of European horror.

The imdb description does a decent job so I’ll just repeat that: “A street sweeper who cleans up after grisly accidents brings home a full corpse for him and his wife to enjoy sexually, but is dismayed to see that his wife prefers the corpse over him.” That ridiculously grim premise and the sick punchline that punctuates that summary essentially gives you the gist of Nekromantik. When reduced to a logline summary, Nekromantik is one of my favourites just for sounding so absurd and darkly amusing. The first feature film from German director Jörg Buttgereit, it remains the most infamous of his many disturbed cult classics. Nekromantik doesn’t just double down on the crude content from there, nor does it triple down At the very least Nekromantik sixty-nines down. It warns of forthcoming content that viewers may find offensive, and when the very first shot of the film is a close-up of a woman pulling down her pants to urinate on some grass, you are instantly inclined to take heed. It is incredibly fitting that Nekromantik should open with crude - almost childish - scribbles.
