Finally say “28 Days Later.”
Hmm. Not bad. About as good as a zombie movie gets, I suppose. Not that scary, although the fast, rasping zombies were rather more alarming than shambling “Braaaaaiins…” types. Although, as with many horror movies, I found myself saying, over and over, “Stupid, stupid people.” “I know there are zombies in dark rooms, and I know this place is chock full ‘o bodies, but I’m going to go poking around alone, with only a baseball bat, because I’m bored!”
If I am ever in a zombie movie, I anticipate dying off-screen in the inital wave of carnage, because I will be busy thinking about painting wombats and will thus answer the door with a paintbrush in my teeth, and my dying thought will probably be “Hey, these don’t look like Jehovah’s Witnesses.” Thus I will never get a chance to demonstrate my amazing intellect by not poking around in dark cellars, staying with the group, sitting quietly when people who know more about it than I do tell me not to turn on any lights, and never, NEVER, going back for the cat (I love the cat dearly, but I’d have let the alien eat it) etc, but I assure you, it would’ve been inspiring.
No blooper reel, though. Guess it just wasn’t that kind of flick.
A big thanks to everyone who suggest t-shirt and sketch ideas! I’ll be working on those–expect the auctions to start up near the end of the week. Y’all rock.
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