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Catchy title, isn't it? You have to admit, it's somewhat intriguing (dare I say enticing?) even if the title implies that it will be filled with nothing more than white trash stereotypes. One thing I knew for sure though, and that was that this movie was right up my alley!
For starters, one of the headliners was Trace Adkins, and when a country singer stars in a movie Read more
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Before I get started on this review, I have to say "Boys, never ever wear bikini briefs, or speedos." Of course this also means that g-strings and thongs for guys are strictly verboten! Now I understand that Jockeys, FOTL and Hanes make them, but that does not mean cool guys wear them. Nerds, dorks, "guys" struggling with their own sexuality, guys with overly inflated egos, and just plain ugly guys, wear these type of underwear. Not cool guys who want to get laid. DO NOT fall victim to your sweet side! (You know it's in there, and so do we.) Go commando if you must - just don't wear any of the a fore mentioned excuses for underwear.
So, now that proper underwear etiquette is out of the way, let's move on to the movie review.
In Ulli Lommel's Zombie Nation we are introduced to a gaggle of messed up cops, led by a particularly weird screwball by the name of Joe (Gunther Ziegler) who has a pension for falsely arresting women, taking them to a nearby warehouse (his home, of all places) where he inspects them for cleanliness (while taking notes,) lethally injects them with something, then buries their body (five in all) in some nearby woods.
Throughout the movie we are given glimpses into Joe's childhood where we learn that his mother was a sadistic "doctor" who engaged in very unusual and abusive test studies. She included her son in this abuse, inflicting some of her testing on him as well, resulting in his becoming equally twisted.
Sidenote: we also find out about half way through that he likes to engage (attempt to engage?) in sexual activities with the women after they are deceased. Can you say pervert??
Cute Brandon Dean plays Vitalio, seemingly the only good cop on the force who has seen and heard enough. He calls in the big guns for an investigation. Not a good day for the force.
It's about this time however, that we see some voodoo babes using black magic to revive the five victims of Joe. Ironically, they all look as equally good as the day they were taken, with the exception of really mussed hair and some really bad black eye makeup.
The girls/zombies are fully coherent, completely calm, and discuss among themselves how they are to "fit back in" to society. The collective decide they are to be types of "guardian angels" to the ones they love, since they have been declared dead and cannot just re-enter their lives.
Though not before getting revenge on the one man who did this to them.
The revenge scene is a little cookie cutter for my tastes. Too safe, too clean, too weak. It was all very abstract, not really showing gore in the sense that you would expect from a movie made in 2004- especially with the horror market at that time. The ripping flesh looked more like ketchup covered rubber, and there were really no screams of agony. Very anti-climatic in my book.
Scene break to the zombie chicks (Zombie Nation as they refer to themselves) being back with the voodoo makers, discussing what just happened. Voodoo chick 2 asks what they did with the body, and the girls calmly state "why, we ate if of course!" at which point they learn they are to eat "cheeseburgers like everyone else" because when you eat a person, they too will become a zombie.
One final scene break - 6 months later - we see the girls as the snazzy new police force, a hot new police force, with large sunglasses hiding the only trait that might give credence to them being zombies. And off in the distance, where ocean meets beach, we see Joe, emerging from the depths of the ocean, to seek his own zombie revenge.....
What happened to Joe's mom and all of her test subjects? What the hell was it all about anyway?
How did the voodoo chicks just happen to dig up the girls bodies, and for that matter, how did they even know the bodies were there to be dug up?
The girls ate Joe yet we see him running out of the ocean at the end, flesh and body perfectly intact....
And what of the investigation? All the cops from Joe's reign are gone. Are we to "presume" they have all been fired and replaced by zombie guadian angels who like to refer to themselves as Zombie Nation??
Ulli Lommel's Zombie Nation was not bad, at least not in the sense of bad that I refer to, however it was no where near as good as I would have expected, or hoped for that matter. Even the gratuitous boob shots (if they could qualify) where lame by B standards.
See it if you want, just don't blame it on me.
I give this one 1 1/2 zombie heads 
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If you think Stephen King has a twisted mind, you might be interested to know that in the printed world, he's really rather tame. While Stephen King weaves a story of disbelief and macabre, he does not shock with the grotesque. Not like some.
For me, King's horror is in the visuals he paints, and of his classic story telling of how one's mind can become their own worst enemy. Of course his added elements of demonic evil and dark apocalypse certainly add to his tales, but I never stopped reading one of his books early because he over stepped the boundaries of what I enjoy reading in terms of a horror novel.
Yes, there are definitely far more twisted minds out there than Mr. King, and one of those minds belong to an author by the name of Richard Laymon. Unfortunately Mr. Laymon passed away in 2001, however several of his books have been released since that time posthumously.
Richard Laymon was an author that thrived on gore and vulgarity. Not so much vulgarity as in language, but rather in things, in horrors, that only a sociopath would inflict. I'm not quite sure why I read these type of books; probably the same reason I watch these types of movies. I'm sure some would say that it must be the sign of my a twisted mind.
Every school has its share of outcasts; kids that simply do not fit in. Usually we label these types as nerds, losers, weirdos, or my favorite - "motards" (that's a combination of a moron and retard... not that there's anything wrong with it 
.)
In Resurrection Dreams, that outcast was Melvin Dobbs. Only he wasn't just an outcast; he was weird. Real weird. As evidenced by the fact that he wanted to resurrect a dead body. So much so that for the school science fair, Melvin dug up a corpse and tried to electrocute it back to life "Frankenstein style." Unfortunately his science project didn't work. But it did work at making sure none of his classmates would ever like him, and it did work at getting him institutionalized.
Enter Vicki Chandler. She was one of Melvin's classmates who actually didn't pick on him. She even stuck up for him during one particular razing. Big mistake. HUGE even. Now Melvin is all in love with her, and we know what happens when psycho's are in love.... nothing good, that's what!
Fast forward several years - Vicki had escaped off to college only to find after some unfortunate events and really high student loans that she has no choice but to return to her home town and take up residence at the local medical clinic. Too bad Melvin is out of the loony bin and working at the local gas station. With everything being so "local" she was bound to run into him more often than she would like.
But what Vicki and the rest of the town fail to notice is that Melvin has been busy. He has graduated from experimenting on dug up corpses, to experimenting on real live females. Females he kidnaps and uses for his sick and twisted experiments. Females that end up dead.
Oh - and did I mention that ever since the day Vicki stuck up for Melvin all those years ago in high school, he has been madly in love with her? Obsessive even? Too bad Vicki didn't know that. Or else maybe she would have avoided him like the plague.
Instead Vicki decides to come back to town at about the same time Melvin gets his lucky break and successfully resurrects one of his victims. Jackpot! Now all he has to do, is lure kidnap trap invite Vicki to his his place for a little "happily forever after." He's going to need help, though, and who better to help than his newly resurrected sex starved zombies!
Richard Laymon is not for everyone, especially the wimpy types that can't handle a lot of little blood. He was very graphic, twisted, and most probably a closet pervert. You will find that the novels published prior to his demise, versus the novels published after his demise, vary in the amount of perverseness contained within the pages. Die hard Laymon fans seem to prefer the former more sexually explicit stories. I tend to be more in favor of more death and dismemberment, and would be perfectly content without the obscene narratives. I guess it's just another reason for having both vanilla and chocolate.
So if you like to read, and are not easily nauseated I would suggest you pick up one or two of Richard Laymon's books. He's almost as good as Bentley Little, and Stephen King even suggests you give him a try. It's right there on the cover. Don't believe me? Then ask Dean Koontz. He recommends Laymon on the cover, too. With all these recommendations, how can you lose?
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I realized something today. Not all of you visit my blog for the content.
Some of you visit just because of my charming personality and sparkling wit. Of course it helps that I am easy on the eyes, but being as I am not one to toot my own horn, let's move along, shall we?
The point that I am making here is that by not visiting my blog for purposes of content, you are missing out on a lot of cool information about me, the real reason you came to visit in the first place. And if you don't click on the various pages, you will never know the true extent of what you are missing out on.
So I wanted to bring to you one of my pages, because it, because they, deserve their 15 minutes of fame. Ok, that might be a stretch since it will only take you about a minute to read it and not 15, but you know what I mean.
Let's not waste anymore time with idle chitchat. Here is the page of my protectors:
I am a firm believer that no home can have too much protection. Being as I have no children who can be enlisted for perimeter detail, I have utilized my dogs. Allow me to introduce them:
(full fledged chihuahua)
"King" Kong (aka Bong-hit) was best man dog at my "wedding." I use that term loosely as I opted not to have a ceremony. We had a small gathering of family and just signed our names on the dotted line.
On our honeymoon, all 3 pounds of him protected me from a bad beggar man. His bared teeth and deep throaty growl let that scraggly dude know exactly who was boss, and it was evidenced by the beggars very quick retreat.
That alone let me know that I had a killer on my hands. I was not worried about zombies. No sir'E!
Since that time, Kong has aged and added a gazillion few pounds, but he'll still take you down at the ankles. Watch out for his teeth! Take it from me, they HURT!
(unique dachshuahua = a dachshund/chihuahua mix)
"Bruiser" of Hearts (aka Boozer) is Kong's back up. He may not run very fast but once he gets his jaws into you there will not be any letting go! He will rip your throat out without so much as a hint of remorse.And then when Bruiser is done with you, well, he might even lick up your spilled blood as if it were a fine aged wine.
Much like zombies, Bruiser does not move very fast as his dachshund legs are somewhat bowed and stubby. This does not deter from his fierceness or dedication to protecting the home base, and I dare you to test this statement by attempting to enter the back yard. You might find yourself a bit humbled and a lot mangled.
(true blue rat terror terrier)
Zoe (aka Zozo) is the bitch of the family (not taking me into 
account, of course.) She rules the roost with an iron jaw and doesn't take failure as an option. When she isn't busy keeping the other dogs butts in line, she's scaling the perimeter of our 1 acre corner lot, making sure there are no breaches without her approval. I might need to add that any breach would not meet her approval unless it's the pizza guy! I promise you though, you want her on that wall; we need her on that wall!
Don't let her 9 pound delicate frame fool you. She will no sooner rip your head off with her extremely strong under bite and piss down your neck than she will blink an eye. And if that doesn't frighten you then it should. 'Cuz she in one vicious beast in a very cute cow costume! Talk about a wolf in sheep's clothing!
(100% corn-fed boxer bulldog)
What can I say about Zeus? Well, I probably should start by pointing out that he is 80 pounds of gentle giant and wouldn't hurt a flea. He might lick it to death, but not intentionally.
Yes, Zeus is a giant lummox who thinks love and good looks should rule the world. He is of the unfortunate belief that zombies can be saved by simply winning them over with sad puppy eyes and slobbery kisses. He tries to reinforce that belief to me every night when I get home from work, but so far I have managed to maintain the discipline of zombie killing versus zombie conversion.
Obviously we are still working on turning Zeus into a true killer, however we do not feel we should strip him of the title. He is one of the family after all, and the family that bands together, stays alive together.
So there you have it. Aside from these weapons of mass destruction, I have a couple guns, hammers, axes, gasoline, and a few other items that can be used in the fight for survival. I feel relatively safe in my corner of the world.
How 'bout you? Are you protected?
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You know, people make fun of me when I talk about the potential of a zombie apocalypse. They make fun because either they do not believe, or they are too afraid to entertain the possibility. I say to hell with them. Let them make fun of me because in the end, they will probably be of the un-dead variety and I will have the pleasure of the final word. For those of you not understanding what that means, it means I will get to blow their zombie heads off.
So for those of you who are more open minded, I wanted to point out some of the basics you probably already know but don’t really think about. By doing this, and reviewing it, we will be more prepared and effective when the need arises.
Hopefully it never will, but who’s to say what lays in wait for us down the road, right? So let’s not waste anymore time.
Certain weapons you will want on hand even if there is no zombie apocalypse. After all, we are a nation of thugs, pedophiles, serial killers, rapists, and God only knows what else, so do yourself a favor and stock up. Some weapons you have already though you may not realize it, such as a shower curtain rod. Especially the metal ones, versus the plastic ones. The plastic ones are probably sturdy enough to pierce a zombies head, but to do so with one repeated might weaken it. Metal ones would be a lot more durable so you might want to consider swapping them out if yours is of the plastic variety.
Other weapons you may not realize you already have are tire irons, fireplace pokers, golf clubs, ice picks; although with things like ice picks and meat thermometers you are going to have to get up close and personal to a zombie to be able to strike a stopping blow. Not a lot of people can handle that proximity and the added risk for becoming an un-dead. Not to mention you have to be a really good aim to work this close up. It's important that you know your limitations, and arrange to protect yourself in spite of them.
Weapons you might find in your shed or garage would include weed whackers and lawn mowers (if you don't believe me on that one, just watch Dead Alive. You will never look at your lawn mower the same way again, I promise you!) The problem these two items pose are either a. they run out of gas, or b. you have to plug it in and your range of effectiveness is limited to the length of cord the "weapon" is equipped with.
I would highly suggest that now, before the worst has happened, that you take stock of what is in your home that could prove to be effective against a zombie. A large umbrella perhaps; a hockey stick; a ski pole; a baseball bat. If you are like me, you have a lot more crap weapons laying around than you realized.
I myself am a firm believer in guns, and have made it a point to frequent the shooting range on a regular basis. I didn't start out with the intention of zombie annihilation; I started out as an 18 year old hot confident female living on my own in the po-dunk town of Disgusta, Georgia. That alone was reason enough to arm myself, and if you ever lived here you would understand.
As time passed however, I realized that understanding and respect for a gun would not only protect me from criminals and rapists, but be advantageous in the war against the un-dead!
Whether you are a republican or not, you have to see how greatly your chances improve when you are properly and knowledgeably armed. Shooting a gun is way different from knowing how to shoot a gun. One gets the bad guy killed, the other gets you killed.
You will also want to make sure you are adequately stocked in the food department. Now bear in mind you might not be able to cook or even have electricity so you will want to make sure the food you have for emergencies can be eaten raw, or right out of the can (BONUS! I now You now have an excuse to eat Vienna Sausages and not get picked on for it!) And make sure your supply is sufficient to last a couple weeks. You never know how long it will be before you can venture out to restock supplies.
Another item you won't think about straight away but really need to make sure you have plenty of is water. I wouldn't suggest you load up on milk cartons of water and leave them sitting in your garage until they become handy as unfavorable bacteria and things of the like can build up and contaminate your supply. No need for added problems, however I would suggest that you keep empty containers readily available so at the first sign of trouble, you can stock up and be ready for it.
Now if you are anything like me, you are probably thinking you need to make sure you are stocked up on booze. While I completely agree that in times of trouble, nothing soothes like a good glass of vino, or an ice cold amber beer, but that is not even close to being realistic in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
For starters, you, we, need to be coherent and have all of our faculties alert. Although booze would be strongly craved by me some of us, it would not be conducive to survival. As well, diet Pepsi soda would not be a good staple drink as it tends to dehydrate a person, and that could prove to be very detrimental as well.
Something else you want to make certain you have on hand is a really good first aid kit. I'm not talking about those 1.99 specials you find at Wally World either. I am taking about a real first aid like the military would use. You'll want a full first aid kit. Make sure it includes a sufficient supply of bandages, antiseptic cream or spray, burn ointment, rubbing alcohol, and gauze. You will also want 
basic pain pills, bug spray, bean-o.... just make sure you have whatever it takes to squelch any odd ailments you might suffer from. The last thing you need when being hunted by zombies to get an attack of the shits. Sorry to be so blunt, but it's life. Deal with it and prepare for it.
You will want to make sure you develop your cardiovascular health in addition to your stregnth. Some of you may be opposed to exercise, feeling it's more important to develop the mind. That's all well and good but I can promise you the last thing you want is to be too winded to run away from a gaggle of zombies, or too weak to drive a shower curtain rod through their stinking un-dead brain. I am also pretty sure you do not want to be the one, bitten and bloody and turning, with regret that you didn't use that treadmill sitting in the corner of your room. Or that you took the elevator when the stairs were just as assessable.
You might be thinking that you are in the clear because even though you don't exercise, you have a car or a motorcycle. Well, let's look at the obvious, shall we?
Firstly, cars and motorcycles make lots of noise. That's a homing beacon to zombies. Secondly, cars and motorcycles will run out of gas, and then where will you be when the only pump you can access is surrounded by brain sucking zombies? Won't happen to you, you say? Well I say why tempt fate?
And thirdly, with everyone wanting to flee the apocalypse in their vehicles, there is bound to be accidents and mayhem resulting in traffic jams, accidents, and damned rubber neckers not understanding the urgency of expediency thereby ensuring their demise, which could in turn, mean your demise.
As for potential survivors you might meet in your flight, demand that they strip down past their skivvies to make sure there are no hidden bites they don't want to tell you about. If they refuse, kick their soon to be zombie ass out of there. If they agree, for god's sake, don't take this opportunity to have a free for all love fest. Stay focused people!!!!!
And for you woos-bags out there, you gotta sack up! Know that if your loved ones, be it your friends, girl/boy friends, spouses, brats kids, parents..... whoever it is..... if they are biten they will turn! It's not optional and it's not curable, so sack up and leave them behind to suffer the fate of being a murdering flesh eater. Of course, if you are a cold hearted bitch/bastard strong person who does not want their loved ones to suffer such horrific fate, then put a bullet in their brain. Just make the first shot count so you don't waste valuable ammunition.
As stated previously, this is simply the basics. I have other valuable learning tools noted here and here, and there is still so much more not yet written but I am working on it. Hopefully I will have us all adequately prepared before that dastardly day ever comes.....
Until then, be sure to check back in. Some people may be too afraid to talk about the potential of a zombie apocalypse, either due to fear of a straight jacket and padded cell, or the fear of the possibility. Either way, you only have to read about it on my blog, and I won't tell a soul you stopped by......
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I have never been a huge fan of foreign films, although when it comes to horror I am a little more open minded, as with Shaun of the Dead, which I liked almost immediately, and Dead Alive, which took a little more time to like (I had to get past the accents.) Not that I am opposed to accents, but rather the sense of humor found in foreign films is not quite on the same plane as mine, meaning either I am too dense to "get it" or it’s too Monty Python (which I can’t stand.)
Probably it's both.
So it turns out that Boy Eats Girl is a little Irish nugget of gold, and my only disappointment is that I did not discover it sooner. This movie wonderfully adds a comedic twist to what is a horrific situation, and I find that combination to be very entertaining. Plus the movies primary focus is zombies and who could ask for more than that??
Boy Eats Girl starts out with heartbroken Nathan (admirably played by some guy named David Leon whom I have never heard of) who, due to an unfortunate chain of events that even Shakespeare would have been pleased with, manages to get himself hung by the short end of a noose he just happened to have hanging in his room. Talk about bad luck (I wonder if we're related?)
As it turns out, Nathan’s mom (who played a big role in his getting hanged, by the way) just happens to work at a church whose library just happens to have a book on Haitian voodoo that she just happened to swipe sometime earlier (the sinner!) that just happens to explain how to bring a person back from the dead! Needless to say she wastes no time in putting this book to good use.
Well to everyone’s mom’s delight, Nathan wakes up the next day appearing normal and ready to face yet another day with his broken heart (because he thinks the girl of his dreams is doing some other guy) and wounded pride for not being a good rugby player. Now if only he could make the sandpaper feeling in his throat go away……
Later that night at a classmates party, Nathan temporarily loses control of his senses and hauls off and bites the school bully, rugby king Samson. Well, maybe bite isn’t the proper verbiage to use. What Nathan actually did was violently rip out a hunk of Samson’s cheek with his teeth! Yikes!
Well in shock and denial of what he had done, Nathan runs off home with his tail between his legs while Samson, now turned zombie, decides to go on an eating spree of all those readily available teenagers, who in turn, waste no time in sharing the infection love with others. In a matter of hours they achieve sheer pandemonium!
Yeh, it was pretty awesome to watch....
Although Boy Eats Girl is not laden with guts and dismemberment, there is a substantial amount of bloodshed that I found sufficient to satisfy my tastes once the movie got under way. Unfortunately however, the writers completely ignored the rules of zombie-ism, and that my friends, is not cool.
For starters, one does not have to be killed in order to become a zombie, one simply has to be infected - either by a bite or fluid exchange; you get the idea. I don't know about you guys, but I want my zombies un-dead... not un-alive!
Secondly these zombies are fast! WTF??? When did fast zombies become a criteria for Hollywood? Movie after movie keeps portraying them as fast... I guess I might as well get used to the idea, but no one said I had to like it!
Thirdly is that the zombies are easily killed. You don't have to deliver a head shot or severing of the spine. Of course head shots and severings help, but you can also sucker punch them, or run them over and be just as effective. It kinda takes the scare factor out of it when you think about it.
But you wanna know something? I could deal with all these zombie screwups. After all, this movie was fun and campy and cheesy, and even if the zombies were a bit unorthodox, they were still zombies. And that was a good thing.
But what wasn't a good thing is the part I haven't told you yet; the part where the zombie state could be reversed. Appalling, I know but it gets even worse. The way to reverse zombie-ism is with a bite from a specific snake, and wouldn't you know it's a snake that Nathan's mom just happened to have penned up at the church! Talk about crazy luck!
While the two main characters did not produce the memorable star crossed lovers that great literature is made of, the supporting cast at least delivers great bubblegum laughs that are definitely note worthy. First you have Nathan's two bumbling loser friends who are too dense to realize they are losers (much like the knuckleheads in Idle Hands) and the school tramp hottie who does whatever it takes to get the man she wants. She's a bitch - and she makes sure you know it.
So... aside from a few weak spots, Boy Eats Girl was really entertaining. You have to take into account that in addition to my fetish for zombies, I love teenage fluff movies and this one seems to be a happy blending of the two. If that is your cup of goo tea, then you will enjoy this one as well. If not.... well.... watch it anyway, cuz zombies rule!
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George A Romero is another one of my favorite directors. He has a fetish for zombies much like I do, and that usually translates to a good film.
I confess I have been hesitant to watch Diary of the Dead. The whole "film within a film" aspect is a bit tiresome to me and not very effective. While I did enjoy Cloverfield which also used the same gimmick, I did not enjoy the Blair Witch Project, the movie that really put the concept on the map. It makes me feel like I keep trying to look behind my head without moving it; I can see things in my peripheral, but they never completely come into focus. I didn't let it stop me, though, and I was happy to see that the Diary of the Dead distracted me with bloodshed and mayhem almost from the word go.
The movie starts out with college boy Jason directing a mummy movie (conveniently titled "The Death of Death") in the woods of Pennsylvania. He has very specific ideas about how the dead should "act" and makes no qualms about telling his subordinates how to deliver the part. It's about this time they hear on their radio urgent news reports of the walking dead and heed the advise to take cover as quick as possible.
What started out as such an ordinary day turns brutal in a matter of hours, and soon the crew find themselves using their RV as a weapon against a multitude of zombies, running them through and over, littering the streets in bloody body parts. Unfortunately it's not without consequence, and the RV's driver not being able to withstand the devastating realization of what they had just done puts a bullet to her head.
Now I think this is a perfect time to tell you guys that if you are being chased by zombies and for whatever reason decide to take you own life, make sure you do it right the first time. Cuz I gotta tell ya, if you don't do it right, you will come back as a zombie. Now if that's your thing, then great. Have at it. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
So now we have zombies at every turn, a half dead chick on our hands (cuz she didn't do it right) and a wannabe director who decides that he needs to film all of these events for posterity as a documentary for others to watch and learn from (hence the "film in a film.") What I liked about this one though, is that not every shot was through his camera's lens, so if I did start to feel a little dizzy by the tunnel vision it caused, I was given a reprieve in between shots.
If you know anything at all about horror, then you know that a hospital is probably the last place you want to be, especially when you are dealing with zombies. These kids apparently have never read my blog and opted instead to take dying girl to the local hospital. Needless to say, it was not a smart plan. Things get really brutal at this point, and one by one, the crew ends up undead dead.
Throughout the entire movie, Jason's girlfriend is recapping the events of their horrific ordeal, continuing their testimony where Jason left off. It's immediately obvious that the zombie invasion was unexpected (to say the least,) fast, and devastating. They, like almost every other photographer, videographer, and youtuber not yet un-dead, have made it a mission to transmit the deadly events via internet and tv, to educate and warn those who may not realize the imminent apocalypse was upon them. So people would not forget.
Diary of the Dead was not designed for the action as found in 2004's Dawn of Dead; instead it focuses on the symbolism of us, the living, feeding off of them, the un-dead. I didn't feel the depth I think Romero was going for, but then again, I don't watch zombie movies for depth; I watch them for bloodshed and gore and people getting eaten.
While the action may not be plentiful, the blood certainly is. The graphics were very well executed and well paced for my tastes, not to mention the survivors got a bit creative in their weapon choices. Definite food for thought for any apocalypse we might actually endure in the coming months years.
While I would recommend any zombie fan to watch this movie (how could you call yourself a zombie fan and not watch this movie?) I don't think it will go down as one of the top 10, or even 20 in the genre. With the progression of CGI effects, complex story lines, and fresh meat upcoming eager directors, I think there needs to be a lot more substance to sink our teeth into (and by that I do not mean guts and dismemberment) in addition to hidden meaning and symbolism.
The movie ends as it should, with no real winners and no real end in sight, other than to show what our world inevitably becomes. The last scene is two jethros hillbillies rednecks hunters, out for a good time killing zombies. Their target is a female zombie, hanging by her hair from a tree, and they blow her to smithereens.
The result for me was the sad realization of what our world could easily become in the aftermath, how barbaric we as people could become. How we would have to become in order to survive. I actually found myself feeling sorry for the female zombie, as she was a victim long before she became a victimizer.
If nothing else, this movie makes you think, provided you are of the open mind to consider such things. And if not zombies, then substitute them for say, terrorists, or guerillas. Think in terms of Red Dawn, a absolutely fantastic movie that has nothing to do with zombies.
I’m not sure if I have the sack to blow someone’s brains out, even if they are the walking dead. Of course I would have no qualms about blowing some stinkin’ zombies brains out…..
… but would you?
