So–I saw ‘Dawn of the Dead’ last night and the first thing I though of was this thread from awhile back. Then I was overcome with loathing for self-ambulating cannibalistic corpses.
Holy SHIT do I hate those lazy, non-hygenic ass clowns! Always shambling around, causing traffic problems, and forcing me to spend a good chunk of my monthly income on shotgun shells and plywood. I can’t even go to the goddamned mall anymore without having to drive through hordes of stinking zombies. There outta be a law…
(it’s a good movie, by the way, sort of a combo action/horror type of deal–well worth it IMO).
That was Thriller. I should know, I memorized the whole damn dance routine. I must have been seven or eight years old? Who remembers. I do remember my mom always tried to get me to do it for guests. I ran and hid instead. Some of us weren’t meant for the spotlight.
Thanks Slacker I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of it. Now ya got me thinking about teaching my 4 yo the dance moves LOL. Think 10 years of therapy would help him forgive me if I did?
There was another zombie thread I have been searching for but can’t find. The OP talked about sitting down to dinner, and his little girl started screaming because there were zombies at the window, so he had to fight them off, and so on. If anyone else can locate it I’m sure it would make a fine link.
Now excuse me, but the cat is scratching to be let back in.
RE: ‘Dawn’ replacing 'Passion as the Top Movie this weekend, all I can say is a movie about 50,000 zombies beats a movie about 1 zombie any day of the week.
Those movies are totally unrealistic. Didja ever notice how every single person in that movie shoots like Annie Oakley? Zombie 50 yards away, pow, down with a headshot from a snubnose pistol while in a dead sprint. A few weeks ago I had a zombie running right at me, I hit the “Weaver stance” take careful aim…and miss him completely. The next shot hits him in the neck and would have stopped a non-zombie, but it doesn’t even hurt his feelings. By this time he’s right up on me, I figure I can’t miss…and blow his jaw off. Now I’m down on the ground wrestling with a stinky jawless zombie who is trying to bite me but can’t, thank God. I finally reach a screwdriver and get him in the eye…does it pierce his brain and kill him like in the movies? Hell no! I try again and again can’t pierce his skull or can’t do enough damage to the brain, and the smelly bastard goes on gumming me. Eventually I slip halfway loose and walk back over to where he knocked the pistol with him dragging on my leg like a little kid. I was never so happy to shoot something in the head. That that, you dead stinking fuck!
Oh, and the molotov cocktail thing? Yeah, try that one in real life. Now you’ve got a flaming zombie chasing you, ya jackass!
