Nekromantik

A rented room in a crumbling Berlin apartment block. The air smells of damp plaster and old meat. Frank, a lonely man with a peculiar profession, collects the recently deceased for the city. His work is a grim, bureaucratic ritual until he brings home a fresh female corpse. His morbid fascination blooms into a taboo obsession, blurring all lines between the living and the dead. Jörg Buttgereit's infamous 1988 drama-horror is a stark, unflinching portrait of alienation and necrophilia, shot on grimy Super 8. More than shock, it's a profoundly sad exploration of the ultimate solitude.