'City of The Living Dead' (1980) – Lucio Fulci.

Not only is the mean-spirited 'City of The Living Dead' an absolutely flawless example of, Lucio Fulci's mind-warpingly macabre art, but this crepuscular, unrelentingly bleak, gut-rippingly grisly classic is, arguably, the doomiest zombie chunk-blower of all slime! Fulci's stark, apocalyptic vision of hell on earth remains an unrivalled grim-fest. This darkly descending, oppressively ominous, gorgeously ghoulish, immaculately photographed nightmare is guaranteed to worm its wicked way deep into your subconscious! 

Fulci's mesmerizing, mercilessly morbid masterclass of supernatural, marrow curdling dread eerily engenders a paralysingly bone-deep freeze no less foul than being sordidly smothered by a murderous maelstrom of airborne maggots! Like a mammoth splinter plunged into the mind's eye,'City of The Living Dead' presents a sinister, singularly potent distillation of visceral horror, suffocatingly suffused with a densely Lovecraftian taint you could cut with a knife! No matter how often I revisit COTLD, I can never get Enoch of the evilly enveloping, intestinally inventive, exquisitely hopeless end of days delirium it evokes. Shorn of all levity, built over fiery brimstone, wholly without pity, this benighted city of doom is the forbidding, soul swallowing citadel of death from whence NONE can ever escape! 

'Just like my wayward aunt, Mimosa, I could never quite resist the sight of a well hung priest! Ha! Ha! A bit of callow gallows humour to leaven the gloom!!!' - Weirdlingwolf.