Bitch, they're zombies.
Look, it's about to be 2010. There are like 862 zombie movies, probably originating during the time of Adam and Eve. So during a weekend romp with a 2004 remake where no one seemed to know what to do, I was a little taken aback.
Let us break this down....
You (Read "general term for general idiot in leading role of horror film, male or female, though likely 'all'") wake up one day, and at random most of the people in your life, and on television, and walking the streets of city center have somehow formed a death strut of thump-thump-drag. You are able to escape in your 2004 Honda Civic to the nearest mall where you find solace in other humans who have yet to morph into grandma on her 97th birthday. The mall is empty, the PA system lulls you into a calmness with its elevator music, the escalators are still running by the electricity we've had since the 18th century, and the vast spread of Abercrombies and Crate & Barrels are at your endless disposal. The televisions are even still broadcasting the horrors of nearby ravaged cities, detailing the mass chaos that has plagued the millions of Americans (pompously assuming this hasn't gone "H1N1") who you live among.
With the rest of the film stained with modernity, are you telling me that if you marched your living ass to the nearest Blockbuster, there wouldn't be one single zombie movie to tell you what the F is going on?
I can only conclude that this ups the ante for Shaun of the Dead to be one of the greatest zombie movies ever made. It's original, funny, the characters placate the undead with their knowledge of how to "blend in", and to boot, it's a British film.
God this has exhausted me.

1 comment:
you are a great writer.... any chance?
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