The Day Full Of Reviews, Post Three:
While Shannon was in town, I introduced her to the joy that is Girls' Night at the movies. Our move of choice: Shaun of the Dead.
So here's the thing about me and Zombie movies: I don't like them. They freak me out. Something about seeing dead-eyed shuffling freaks feasting on human flesh just gives me the willies. Strange, I know. When LLCoolP showed the 1978 Dawn of the Dead at her horror movie party, I had to hide in the kitchen, block up my ears and hum so I didn't hear the munching sounds. I didn't see 28 Days Later, I didn't see the new Dawn of the Dead, I didn't even see Resident Evil. And I'm just fine with that.
But... A romantic comedy with zombies? How could I resist?
And Shaun is a really funny movie, at first mostly from how completely oblivious our "heroes" are. The news is all over the TV, our hungover hero stumbles past blood and gore, and he doesn't even notice anything's amiss. That's partly due to how zombified everyone going to work seems anyway. Funny stuff. It gets funnier when characters are allowed to follow their instincts -- the actress wannabe, the useless wanker -- in the midst of devastation.
It's also a pretty gross movie, with feasting on corpses and severed limbs and blood and gore and ick and tell me when it's over. If that's your sort of thing, more power to you. Hell, there may not be enough ick inthemovie to keep you satisfied, but if so, you're a scary freak and I don'[t want to be at dinner with you. Bleh.
The only parts where the movie fell flat, I thought, were when they tried to overlay family sentiment on the brain-eating zombie hijinks. Family reconciliation? Yeah, whatever. Touching moment between stepfather and and stepson? Who cares? Torrid love triangle? Get on with the brain munching!
But it's a good flick, (it you can stomach the gore) if only for one of the most perfectly perfect, perfectly awful, perfectly funny and perfectly wrong closing scenes and music selections. I can't believe they went there.
While Shannon was in town, I introduced her to the joy that is Girls' Night at the movies. Our move of choice: Shaun of the Dead.
So here's the thing about me and Zombie movies: I don't like them. They freak me out. Something about seeing dead-eyed shuffling freaks feasting on human flesh just gives me the willies. Strange, I know. When LLCoolP showed the 1978 Dawn of the Dead at her horror movie party, I had to hide in the kitchen, block up my ears and hum so I didn't hear the munching sounds. I didn't see 28 Days Later, I didn't see the new Dawn of the Dead, I didn't even see Resident Evil. And I'm just fine with that.
But... A romantic comedy with zombies? How could I resist?
And Shaun is a really funny movie, at first mostly from how completely oblivious our "heroes" are. The news is all over the TV, our hungover hero stumbles past blood and gore, and he doesn't even notice anything's amiss. That's partly due to how zombified everyone going to work seems anyway. Funny stuff. It gets funnier when characters are allowed to follow their instincts -- the actress wannabe, the useless wanker -- in the midst of devastation.
It's also a pretty gross movie, with feasting on corpses and severed limbs and blood and gore and ick and tell me when it's over. If that's your sort of thing, more power to you. Hell, there may not be enough ick inthemovie to keep you satisfied, but if so, you're a scary freak and I don'[t want to be at dinner with you. Bleh.
The only parts where the movie fell flat, I thought, were when they tried to overlay family sentiment on the brain-eating zombie hijinks. Family reconciliation? Yeah, whatever. Touching moment between stepfather and and stepson? Who cares? Torrid love triangle? Get on with the brain munching!
But it's a good flick, (it you can stomach the gore) if only for one of the most perfectly perfect, perfectly awful, perfectly funny and perfectly wrong closing scenes and music selections. I can't believe they went there.
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