Set in one of those almost comically gloomy European castles, this film starts out coherent enough. A man away on business comes home only to find that his wife is dead, but no one will tell him exactly what happened. Finally, he decides to just go to his wife’s grave and dig her up himself and then things get wacky as the film starts piling on mystery after mystery. There are hooded figures who hang out in the cemetary at night, there are the wife’s secretive sisters, and there’s some kind of Swamp Thing monster roaming among the dead trees outside.
On top of all that, this is presented in that arty, confusing, European, “our editor was drunk on red wine” style, with lots of shock cuts, flashbacks, and characters who pop out of nowhere. No nudity. Maybe three teaspoons worth of blood. Good gothic atmosphere, though.
Spanish production with mostly English actors. This is also known as The Butcher of Binbrook. The European title is Necrophagus, which I’m sure is also the name of a metal band somewhere.