Frailty is not one of those party-time, exploding-heads kind of horror films. Instead, it presents a dark and twisted look at the unwell parts of us and slowly builds a creeping dread and tension." Well, Lucio Fulci's City of the Living Dead is one of those party-time, exploding-heads kind of horror films, which was exactly what I needed this week. (Just replace "exploding heads" with "vomiting entrails.") City of the Living Dead, the first installment in a portals of hell trilogy that also includes The Beyond and House by the Cemetery, has that classic Fulci mix of intensely memorable images and atmosphere, stilted and ludicrous dialogue, nonsensical narrative tangents that exist only to show us something cool, whacked-out scenes of gore and violence, lots of fog and breaking glass, and great music. Fulci's best films are an irresistible mix of the sublime and the stupid, and this is a prime example.