Trilogy of Terror Day One: Dawn of the DeadFriday, October 1st, 2010
This will be the review that loses me at least one of my six readers (sorry, Grandma). Why? Well, Dawn of the Dead is one of the most critically acclaimed horror films of all time. I’m about to badmouth it.
I’ve bitched before about the decline in quality in one sequel to another, and that’s one of my problems with this film. This film lacks the raw, urgent quality that it’s predecessor (and soon to be reviewed) Night of the Living Dead did. While the vastly interesting idea of a world that has had to continue in the face of the walking dead is fantastic, it’s barely shown before we’re thrust into the now famous zombies in the mall scenario. The undead shambling wrecks of humanity that stalked the first film have been replaced by Smurf colored zombies whose only problem seems to be that they fell in a vat of Blue #2 food coloring. Another staple of 70s exploitation film making, blood that’s just the wrong shade of Pepto pink, is in evidence here. I guess what I’m saying is that while the original was slick out of cheap black and white necessity, this movie looks like the time it was made in, the late 70s. That being said, I have no gripe with the film’s performances, especially with resident badass Ken Foree’s, who lends power to almost any movie he appears in. Also, Dawn of the Dead should, for my money, could be called Yawn of the Dead. I understand that it’s going to be hard for our heroes, but to show the monotony of blocking off doors not once, not twice, but THREE times! Heading to the department store over and over…It’s almost as boring as the mall they find themselves trapped in. So, I’ll say this: See Dawn of the Dead, then watch it’s superior remake (something you’ll almost never hear me say) if you want to see how to really keep this story engaging.
See Chris’s review when it becomes available.