Grace Glowicki’s microbudget Canadian horror follows a lovelorn gravedigger who salvages the corpse of her deceased sweetheart If memory serves, the last theatrical release to arrive with a scratch-and-sniff component was 2011’s Spy Kids 4 , which invited its victims to huff the gastric emissions of a yapping robot dog voiced by Ricky Gervais. This microbudget Canadian horror curio offers more art than fart, although its Stink-O-Vision conceit is only one unusual element in what is an altogether bizarre proposition: a morbidly perverse chamber play with a pastiche penny-dreadful plot, pieced together by writer-director-star Grace Glowicki. Some whiff of that narrative persists among the perfumes awaiting your nostrils: scents include “love”, “opium” and “ghost puke” – plus “milkshake’ by way of light relief. Delicate sensibilities are advised to stay at home. Dead Lover’s heroine is odorous by trade, a lovelorn gravedigger of indeterminate age and origin. Glowicki’s accent, roaming between Canada, Canvey Island and Canberra, becomes part of the fun – she’s driven to extremes after her verse-spouting poet sweetheart (co-writer Ben Petrie) perishes in a shipwreck. Part-Burke and Hare, part-Victor Frankenstein, she salvages what she can of the corpse. The script – part-Carry On, part-Ken Russell – grabs both: “I do hope he loves how big my bush has got while he’s been away,” sighs our gal during some wistful botany. Even without the scratch-and-sniff, even before two lesbian nuns wander on, much of it would qualify as ripe indeed. Continue reading...