What do we want? Braaaaains. When do we want it? Braaaaaains.

(The above line as stolen from livejournal's incognito_rico. Someday I might need to emblazon that on a tshirt.)

So a few weeks ago we had AAAAAAAGH ZOMBIE!! movie night at the apartment, and it featured an increasingly drunken Brad, a Banangela bearing s'more deliciousness, Lindsay + Regis (Regis Philbin's automotive soulmate) and Yan, who is Russian.

Yan's Russian'ness really has nothing to do with anything, except that ... Russia. Come on. That is cool.



It was awesome hanging out with my film buddies once more, as we tore into Fulci's "Zombie" and "City of the Living Dead" like so much delicious, gooey brain matter.

I really didn't care for either. I heard once that Fulci was the answer to Romero, but honestly, Romero didn't really need an answer BECAUSE HE IS SO AWESOME. The two movies we watched were just... boring. And sadly lacking in super awesome zombie action. Of course you expect the usual overly gross devouring of human innards, etc, but you also expect people to be RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES rather than calmly watching while the ravenous Undead jab at their eyes with wood splinters of hunger.

I say of hunger because I assume the Zombie was thinking shish kebob, but wound up getting confused. I mean, honestly. It must be overwhelming to be a Zombie. I'm pretty sure I've seen the same effect on elderly people at the Old Country Buffet. There is so much to choose from, not to even mention how embarrassing it is to approach to meat guy for the third time to grab yet another piece of ham. Of course, that is neither here nor there because.. we are talking Zombies, and I'm fairly certain Zombies wouldn't be ashamed to ask for more ham. They probably wouldn't even ask. Zombies are kind of rude. Anyways.



Also, I realize having never actually been involved in a Zombie Apocalypse, Happening or Hoedown kind of doesn't make me the most brilliant authority on the subject, but if I were being attacked by a ravenous member of the Undead, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't just stand around screaming as he continued to advance on me, eventually just digging out the back of my skull with his hand, or pushing my eyeball through a jagged piece of door, etc. Fulci's zombies are more vicious that your uncomplicated Romero zombies, (at least pre Land of the Dead) but that doesn't make them all that interesting.

Point for Fulci however... SHARK VS. ZOMBIE!! I mean, that is amazing. If I were a unliving member of the undead I would totally crawl across the ocean floor fighting sharks and riding whales and starting a ten-piece sea creature band fronted by a spunky lobster.



We also watched Michael Jackson's Thriller, tore apart oven S'mores, some with experimental caramel sauce, bought an obscene amount of five dollar pizzas from Little Caesers, (these taste like cardboard and should be eaten with the understanding that they are likely made of recycled people and unfortunate kittens) and then made super awesome words with my plastic alphabet magnets on my fridge.

As far as Zombie movies go, if you are looking for excellent ones I would recommend anything from the Return of the Living Dead series (except for number three, which was awful, and possibly number four which just looks awful), Romero's Dead series (even the 1990 Night of the Living Dead remake, which was the first zombie movie I ever saw and scared me so badly that my 13 year old self stayed up all night convinced that Schreiber was going to be overrun by hordes of the living dead.) and Night of the Creeps, source of this magnificent line.

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