Do you really love a good zombie movie, or are you just a poser? Care to find out?
Zombi 2 is Italy’s answer to Dawn of the Dead, whose Italian title was Zombi. It’s not actually a sequel to anything – its title is merely a marketing gimmick to imply it’s a follow-up to Romero’s film.
Jordan Peele made an unlikely turn from comedy to horror with this surprise hit that pushed all the right buttons. It’s a suspenseful, timely, well-made, and absolutely chilling story of a black man who goes to meet his white girlfriend’s family for the first time.
For this episode, once again we are joined by regular guest, Jordyn, to discuss the social and racial overtones and undertones as any good English major can.
Whenever Sam Raimi directs a movie, I’ll be there. I stood proudly alongside him for Evil Dead, Army of Darkness, A Simple Plan, all the Spiderman movies, and even Darkman. Yes. Even Darkman.
Drag Me To Hell marks the return to his horror roots in many ways. It drips of his easily-recognizable blend of horror and humor, executed with his usual originality and inventiveness. You can tell the man loves his job.
There are telltale signs that a horror movie was made in the 70s – and I’m not talking about bellbottoms, butterfly collars and extra-wide ties.
I mean the overuse of zooming instead of dollying in; a saturated film stock with noticeable grain; a musical underscore for every damn scene; casual nudity; explicit gore effects with blood as red as paint and strawberry jam; horror in the daylight; and a plot angle that involves Satan himself.
All these things I enjoy very much. If you do too, you’ll find them in spades in The Sentinel. It’s a fairly goofy outing that manages to build a sense of mystery and doom before spiraling into confusion and weirdness at the very end.