27 October 2004
PHOTO DIARY.
Sox win. Finally.
25 October 2004
MOVIE: SHAUN OF THE DEAD (2004).
A recently dumped slacker fights his way through hordes of zombies to rescue his ex-girlfriend. Were my hopes for this movie too high? Zom-rom-com, declared the movie blogs, and I got all excited for a wacky, witty flick filled with frantic action. What I got instead was kind of like the cross section of a casserole dish: a high lip at the start, followed by acres of flat terrain, ending with a final peak.
The beginning of the film offers a snappy little social commentary: expressionless drones stumbling out of bed, zoning out on their way to work, staring blankly at the same empty choices at the supermarket. We meet our loveable loser hero, who hangs out in a pub, gets dumped by his neglected girlfriend, and lives with his slovenly but loyal best friend. Fine. There's a nice sequence where Mr. Hero goes whistling to the store in the morning, oblivious to the slow-moving zombies moaning in the street. Well done.
Then, there's a whole lot of yelling. This frantic stream of bickering is intended to seem ironic in the face of the zombie threat, but it comes off as pedestrian and unfunny, all the way to the film's surprisingly (and unnecessarily) gory climax. Given that the ending was bloodier than either Dawn of the Dead or the excellent 28 Days Later, I got the feeling the filmmakers threw in a bunch of guts and dismemberment as a desperate finial to an otherwise shapeless, Benny Hill-esque series of chase scenes.
But after this unsatisfying conclusion, we then see hilarious television clips that answer the pesky question: What happens to the eternal undead after the living emerge victorious? That same cleverness seen at the beginning makes one last brief appearance, and then the credits roll. I laughed, scratched my head, and moved on. Oh, it could've been so much more.
You've got red on you.
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