Dammit. Cervaise beat me to the punch here.
The only thing I can add is what I’ve already said in the other thread: slow zombies… can be sympathetic. As Cervaise has remarked, they can be deceptive, too.
One of the central elements of the horror of Romero zombies… for me… has always been this: what would I do if faced with the zombie of someone I know? Or… someone I love? Something we saw in the original NOTLD, as well as the remake, as well as several other zombie films is the inability of some people to accept that their loved ones are now cannibalistic monsters. Some simply can’t defend themselves, and therefore join the zombie horde. Others will go so far as to prevent YOU from killing their children, wife, whatever, to defend YOURself.
And what would I do?
Shit, I dunno.
And that, to me, is a whole new level of horror.
Whereas fast zombies… especially fast zombies with jackal-roars and snarls looped in instead of human voices or human-sounding growls… man, that’s threatening. That trips my fight reflex. You come at me, snarling, growling, rotting, and with your eyes all silvery and screwy-looking, I’ll blow your head off in a second, and not think twice.
…but if you’re slow… shambling… kinda confused-lookin’… and you stagger towards me as if to ask for help… only to put on a sudden burst of speed at the end as you go for my throat–
Well, like Cervaise said, it’s a whole different kinda movie.
True, by halfway through the original Dawn Of The Dead, our heroes are over that. They’re dashing around, cappin’ zombies left and right. The zombies are ceasing to be a threat. They’re losing their horror factor. They’re becoming a bad joke.
…which is why the cycle gang shows up. They use the zombies as bad comic relief, but they themselves are the monsters.
They’re us.
And that’s what it was about all along, no?