zombie movies are a favorite of mine, a bit of a guilty pleasure; if i bought in to feeling guilty about anything that i love, that is. some are crap and you know it from the start, but they are still somehow strangely watchable. but, when they are done well they hit on different levels, and become more than just some slow-moving undead adventure. the good ones usually hit upon the human condition, utilizing the horror of something horrific (disease, death, infection) that speaks to so much of our collective fears. or maybe i just read too much into things. as is most everything else to me, music is ever the trigger, and the shot itself. when used effectively music can light it all up, and convey more emotion than any dialogue ever could. the juxtaposition of a song about biblical revelation paired up with images of a zombie apocalypse is brilliant, and really set the tone for the remake of george a. romero's dawn of the dead.
"the hairs on your arm will stand up
at the terror in each sip and in each sup
for you partake of that last offered cup,
or disappear into the potter's ground."
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