Day Of The Dead Directed by George Romero, Starring Howard Sherman (1985).
This is a review that might
alienate all of my friends, readers and family members, accept Skunkape who I know shares the same opinion
on this film. It’s highly controversial and feels like I’m stepping into a trap
of my own design but here we go anyway. Right off the bat, I consider Day of the Dead a classic 2 stars film, it could've been better but it's not the worst of all time. There I got that off my chest!
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"High Five, High Five, High Five, High Five High Five"
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I even taped this episode during it's run on UP ALL NIGHT where Gilbert
Gottfried shit all over the characters and tense situations, defusing whatever ardency Romero aimed for. At first I felt like I was witnessing a crime and
going against all that I knew was intriguing about a zombie film. Let’s face it
though none of these characters are like able on the military side or the
hero side. Sarah (Lori Cardille) is very butch and wooden. Her boyfriend Miguel (Anthony Dileo Jr. ) is a whiny bitch, who
looks like a gay Cat Stevens. As a "straight" couple there is zero chemistry, that in lies the first series of hiccups that I've always had with this movie, it's very difficult to identify or emphasize for the characters. The stereotypes are rampant throughout, like the
flask slugging Irish Star Trek Bones—ish McDermott (Jarlath Conroy) to the exaggerated Jamaican guy (Terry Alexander).
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"I should have been a sailor! |
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Miguel Salazar's Day Off |
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"I told you not to touch my pole!" |
Savini however makes it all
tolerable and wonderful, the effects are brilliant, creative and mind blowing.
But everything from the watered down script to the incessant bickering is shocking
especially from the politically savy Romero.
Where do I start with
Rhodes, one of the worst authoritarian dickwads who rules a team of drooling morons,
exuding testosterones. Dr. Frankenstein I’ll deal with because he’s attached to
Bub (Howard Sherman) one of the best zombies of all time. Bub was even on an episode of Seinfeld, you may remember him as the guy who got Junior Mints stuck in his organs from Kramer spilling it everywhere.
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"We are the 3 Amigos!" |
I always remember Bub's instructions on
how to pull out the posters in the Fangoria Poster mag, telling us not to let
the staples tear out our finger nails for risk that they might temp you to chew
your own digits off for their taste value. The usually captivating John Amplas
is all neutered and shriveled up by the macho military dumb asses talking over
everyone.
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"Sorry, I have nothing to donate to Big Brothers, Big Sisters this year." |
I love this song by the Cranberries!
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Another highlight is when
Lori hacks off Miguel’s arm and cauterizes it so he won't be infected by the
zombie plague was very creative. There are truly clever and innovative
moments within the film, but it all adds up to a very unsatisfying affair. I hate to say it, but for the sake of
Gottfried ripping on it and my own anxieties about being a closet hater of Day
I gotta come clean and express these views. |
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