
Sometimes you get in the mood for ’70s euro-horror. The bug struck us last night, so we watched L’orgia dei morti, for which you see a poster here painted by Averado Ciriello, aka Aller. To get right to it, Stelvio Rossi (credited as Stan Cooper) is traveling through wintry mountains circa 1900 to claim an inheritance from his deceased uncle and comes across a woman hanged from a tree in a village cemetery. When he reports it to the police he becomes a murder suspect. He takes up residence in his uncle’s—you guessed it—creepy old manse, of which he’s now owner, along with all its problems. Among these are the staff, his uncle’s beautiful widow, the scientist who has a lab in the basement, and—we’re guessing here—immense heating bills.
People in the village are generally cowed by weird goings on and rumors. For example there’s a local belief that the dead have orgies in the cemetery. Maybe, but in terms of non-zombie activity we see early on that the gravedigger Igor—any movie with an Igor is going to be weird—collects the bodies of women and stores them in a crypt. Yuck. The cops soon find his stash of ladies undies and nude corpse photos and decide he’s probably the killer. A fair enough assumption, if circumstantial, so they try to arrest him. But Igor, who like other Igors seems to suffer from physical disablement of some sort, can actually scuttle along quite nimbly when the occasion requires, and gives the coppers the slip. He’ll be back.
He was a weak suspect all along, actually. Igors are never masterminds. You know who are? Scientists in basements. The hamlet’s problems may in reality be rooted in the doc’s research into “nebular electricity.” Read that as: reanimating the dead. In time-honored horror movie tradition Rossi is more determined than the cops to find answers, and they’re right in front of his face but he’s a rationalist. If there are creepy folk walking around he thinks it’s due to catalepsy or hypnosis or some other mundane cause. Hey, whatever gets you through the night. One of those nights the answers will come to him—and he won’t like them. No indeed. L’orgia dei morti premiered in Italy today in 1973.






on the cheap as a matter of course like Corman did, tilting the art in an inelegant way to make the two figures fit a door panel format seems logical. We can imagine him: “Just lean the fucker left. Who cares about the blank spots?” And indeed, who does, really?


















































































