Movie Review : Land of the Dead

I am a girl who enjoys zombie movies.

My most favourite zombie movie of late is "
"Slither". Not only does it include a hilarious Nathan Fillion, but there are space slugs. Everyone loves space slugs. It's like, proven.

Some of my other favourites in the realm of Le Zombie Filme are Night of the Creeps, Shaun of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, blah blah blah it goes on and on. I love zombies. I dream about them all the time, and I'm still trying to figure out that one dream I had where me and a member of the living dead were slow dancing to Private Dancer, which is so bizarre and completely wrong because everyone knows Private Dancer is the kind of song you rock out to. Hard.

I've watched my share of zombie movies. Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things gave me nightmares for weeks because of the ending. There should be an unwritten rule that zombies shouldn't be anymore than 6'5" because anything taller than that makes me want to live under my blankets with protective, makeshift weaponry. Because sharpening a spoon into a sharp jabby spike is like, the world's best defense against hordes of the undead.

But Land of the Dead? Granted, I own this movie, but it's only because I rented it once from Blockbuster and took so long returning it that I was eventually forced to buy it. It may be embarrassing that it took me three months to return it to, seeing how I lived about five blocks from Blockbuster at the time. Somehow, when I was in a daze, going through all the things I needed to get rid of in Thunder Bay, the idea of getting rid of Little Shop of Horrors and keeping Land of the Dead seemed perfectly natural.

Of course, I must've been incredibly delirious because even zombies can't quite beat out Bill Murray screaming in ecstasy while Steve Martin tries to wrench teeth out of his mouth.

Not to mention that Land of the Dead is a movie that contains this gem, "I need to go to where there are no people... Canada." And everyone nods as if that's the best piece of advice they've heard all day. No one lives in Canada. That's right. Gold stars all around.

Also, zombies using guns. That is sacreligious. George Romero would be rolling around in his grave. OH MY GOD, WAIT NO. Oh George. My heart.

But maybe I'm being too hard on this movie. After all, it does illustrate the incredibly touching, poignant lifestyle of the Zombie, deftly capturing the eternal struggle of .... zombies trying to pump gas.

All in all, this movie is pretty mindlessly amusing. I've watched it twice since moving here so it can't be all that bad, and it's infinitely better anything I've yet to see by Fulci. (Except the zombie versus shark scene. That is liable to never get old. If I were a Zombie I would totally be all up in that.)

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