Welcome to Friday Night Flix, where there’s never a need to leave the couch or put on pants. Each week I’ll recommend an under-the-radar movie currently available on one or more of the major streaming platforms. They won’t all be classics, but every selection is guaranteed to be 100% watchable or your money back.
What I love about I Sell the Dead (Netflix) – aside from its wacky undead antics and use of a sandwich as a novelty food item – is its take on grave robbing. The way I see it, a grave robber is generally after the jewelry and trinkets people bury with their loved ones. Frankly as long as they put the coffin back in the ground and try not to fuck up the sod, I say no harm done. But in I Sell the Dead, the grave robbers are after the dead themselves. The logic of this practice is never questioned. It starts out more or less sensibly: a wacko Elizabethan surgeon demands fresh corpses to practice leeching or trepanning or what have you. Then shit gets weird, which is yay for us because it’s not until corpses start moving on their own that the fun begins.
Much to my surprise, Dominic Monaghan has strung together a nice body of work since playing the fourth most annoying hobbit in Lord of the Rings and the second least plausible rock star in television history. (Uncle Jesse is #1, obvi.) He makes for a pretty decent comedic leading man in this movie, and he gets a lot of help from a strong supporting cast including Ron Pearlman. I don’t think Ron Pearlman really has hair. I think the top of his head is naturally gray and shaped like a tree stump. Have you ever seen this man without a granite flat-top? I bet his Hellboy horns had to be built up an extra two inches to accommodate it.
Added bonus: You know the creepy doctor guy I mentioned? Guess who he is. Seriously, guess. WRONG. It’s Angus Scrimm! Oh come on, this guy. From fucking Phantasm! Dude looked like he was about 100 back in ’79 when Phantasm was made but here he is, still kickin’ around. Maybe he’s immortal, like Ron Pearlman’s hair.