Which do you favor? The ferocious running-mad zombies from the modern films or the lumbering-yet-lethal-in-numbers automatons from Romero’s golden age? And do they provide any real social lessons, aside from always carrying the zombie apocalypse survival manual and plenty of 12 gauge ammo?
This is probably sacrilege, but I loved the fast running zombie in the remake of “Dawn of the Dead”. It made the whole thing more terrifying. If my overweight ass can outrun something, it’s not scary.
I like them both. The fast moving variety are scarier in the sense that would be more likely to catch you and gnaw your brains or innards or whathaveyou. But the slow moving variety speak to an inner psychological fear, the fear of mobs and the mob mentality, and of course the fear that the mob will devour your brain (even if only metaphorically).
The first time I saw “fast” zombies was in the 1985 movie “The Return of the Living Dead” and it was much scarier, even in a film that had a lot of humor. Even though it really looks dated and 80s now, I still think it is the best combination of scary and funny in the genre (and having a hot, naked punk rock zombie chick all wet in the rain doesn’t hurt either).
I’ve gotta say that the super zombies from 28 Days Later are more my style than the old school variety. What can I say? I’m a Gen Xer raised on MTV and fast edits….
Just got my hands on “Zombie Strippers”... Hah! Anybody seen it?
Ah, yes. I do believe that was my first experience with full frontal nudity. Good call brebro.
I recently found out that what we were seeing was not really full-frontal nudity after all. Does it still count?
Linnea Quigley at IMDB said her worst experience with special FX makeup was during The Return of the Living Dead (1985), in which she had to endure several experimental makeup tests and wear a “featureless Barbie-doll prosthetic” over her crotch because a producer felt that full-frontal nudity was too shocking.
Linnea Quigley at IMDB said her worst experience with special FX makeup was during The Return of the Living Dead (1985), in which she had to endure several experimental makeup tests and wear a “featureless Barbie-doll prosthetic” over her crotch because a producer felt that full-frontal nudity was too shocking.
Bloody severed body parts and brain-eating?—-Okey-dokey.
I prefer ‘em old school. There are plenty of scary things that can chase after you in real life, but the endless hordes of mindless, shambling, undead (rather than “infected”) zombies has more appeal to me. Not that the “28 Days Later” kind are lame or anything—that movie was awesome—but I find it more fun to think about a slow-zombie scenario than a fast-zombie one.
