A sincere, sweet-hearted, melancholy film about the bonds of childhood friendship persevering through space and time and the rediscovery of spiritual innocence in adulthood, complete with brutal blood-soaked murders, necrophilia, suicide, an oversized penis, African poverty porn, people sprouting wings, and an obscene children's theater performance (with some unfortunate brownface that doesn't feel self-aware in its edginess like the rest of the film does).
Romero's segment is fine; I went in with low expectations and enjoyed it. Adrienne Barbeau gives a great performance.
In his last film project before his untimely death, Dario Argento gave the world one final jolt of true horror: Harvey Keitel's two-tone denim outfit. Too bad Argento suffered a fatal accident soon after filming wrapped. Just think, he could have gone on to film nude scenes with his underage daughter or have Dracula turn into a CGI praying mantis in…