Day of the Dead (2008)
May 14th 2008 01:06
Jesus H. Christ in a fucking Hummer, where do I start?! I’m confounded by the sheer audacity in which the producers (thirteen of the idiots!) tore to shreds any respect for George Romero’s landmark original movie Day of the Dead (1985). This so-called “re-imagining” (as described on the DVD back cover) is an absolute travesty! I wouldn’t be so fired up if it was just your average blundering misfire of an attempt at a zombie flick, but this actually has an opening credit which states “Based on the Motion Picture Day of the Dead by George A. Romero”, and there lies the tip of my lament, Romero’s original is my favourite zombie movie.
It gets worse. Directed by Steve Miner, who was responsible for the first two dreadful sequels to 1980's Friday the 13th (although the MPAA did cut most of the best stuff out of Part 2), as well as the trash House (1986) and the ill-conceived Warlock (1989), not to mention the producer of television’s teen-soap Dawson’s Creek. Partly because it was obviously shot on HD-video, and partly because of Miner’s visual style, the movie looks like television (hardly surprising then that it’s been shunted straight-to-DVD). Hideously garish opening credits pixelate as they move down the screen (cheap opening credit design is always a good sign as to whether a movie will be good or bad).
Miner directs like he’s got an itch he can’t scratch; speed-ramping the zombie action every chance he can, whip-panning like an ADD kid, and generally paying no regard to any of the zombie movie rules or conventions, or even to any logic or reason. Okay, so rules are made to be broken, and I’ll be the first to admit that, but when you throw the rule book out the window with such arrogance you will certainly feel the wrath of horrorphiles.
Zack Snyder’s “re-imagining” of Romero’s Dawn of the Dead (1978) managed to balance between creating a viable new interpretation of the original premise whilst adding new flavour and a very particular element of cinematic chutzpah which the original lacked. I actually think Snyder’s version is superior, but I’ll concede I’m probably in the minority with that opinion.
In Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead (2004) the zombies didn’t shuffle along like the Romero dead we know and love, they jogged, they even ran. But they were still thick as bricks. In Steve Miner’s Day of the Dead, not only do they run, they fucking sprint, and they jump and run along ceilings like fucking Spider-Man! What the fuck?! They’re infected with a bio-toxic rage (28 Days Later anyone?) and have become super-human, then do pointless things like dragging their victims off down the road. Zombies don’t drag victims off; they chow down on the damn spot!
This Day of the Dead feels like an unintentional parody. But the movie is played straight. Mena Suvari plays Sarah; she’s part of the military operation trying to quarantine her small Colorado town after a nasty bio-hazard. Ving Rhames plays Rhodes, her superior. There’s also a Doctor Logan (Matt Rippy) and even soldiers named Salazar (Nick Cannon) and Bud (Stark Sands), which is close enough to Bub (the featured zombie-soldier in Romero’s movie). These character names are the only links to the original movie. Yes, it is outrageously tenuous at best. Oh, and that the survivors end up in a military bunker and try to make their way to a missile launch silo.
Ving Rhames was in the remake of Dawn of the Dead also, and it’s blatantly obvious the producers have used him to confuse less-savvy audiences into thinking this is a direct sequel. He has second top-billing but has about fifteen minutes screen time tops. The only choice moment he has is when he eats his own eyeball then scurries after Sarah on half-devoured legs.
In attempting to explain the zombie plague as a military bio experiment gone horribly awry destroys any of Romero’s supernatural mystery which binds his movies together in an essential atmospheric otherworldliness. This Day of the Dead has no atmosphere. It has no fear, full stop. The zombie make-up is dreadful, the dialogue is dire, and the dénouement is diabolically bad.
Key producers Boaz Davidson (who has more b-grade trash to his name than you can shake a severed arm at) and James Glen Dudelson (who produced and directed the inexplicable and excreable straight-to-DVD Day of the Dead 2: Contagion a few years ago, and yes, the concept is totally screwy) have cheapened out and employed CGI-effects for most, if not all, of the gore effects. There are plenty of beheadings and splattered blood, all of which has that distinctly added-in-later look of computer generated effects. For the most part, I hate it. It should only be used if a prosthetic or mechanical effect could not do the job better (but don’t get me started on that …). To add insult to injury the zombies disintegrate in fire, like the fucking vampire undead! Argghh!
The survivors (my sincerest apologies if I’m spoiling the plot for you) Sarah, her brother Trevor (Michael Welch), his girlfriend Nina (AnnaLyne McCord, the movie’s token eye-candy), and the very annoying Salazar, eventually get the hell out of dodge and end up in a military bunker, but not before stocking up at the local gun store where they conveniently find automatic and semi-automatic weapons. Trevor and Nina immediately know how to handle their hardware, gee, how damn convenient is that? Yup, this movie is real stupid, but in that frustratingly arrogant way.
Oh, did I mention the movie was shot in Bulgaria with an entirely Bulgarian crew? Also the movie was finished months and months ago, but it ran into a troubled post-production and subsequent distribution problems; further proof that the spoiled brew of producers were floundering with a flatulent insult of a movie. Hmmm, have I been vitriolic enough?
Jeffrey Reddick’s pitiful screenplay steals more from 28 Weeks Later than Romero’s Day of the Dead. Of course 28 Weeks Later eats this corpulent piece of rotten flesh for breakfast. If you’re a zombie purist (if there is such a thing) then avoid this like the plague.
It gets worse. Directed by Steve Miner, who was responsible for the first two dreadful sequels to 1980's Friday the 13th (although the MPAA did cut most of the best stuff out of Part 2), as well as the trash House (1986) and the ill-conceived Warlock (1989), not to mention the producer of television’s teen-soap Dawson’s Creek. Partly because it was obviously shot on HD-video, and partly because of Miner’s visual style, the movie looks like television (hardly surprising then that it’s been shunted straight-to-DVD). Hideously garish opening credits pixelate as they move down the screen (cheap opening credit design is always a good sign as to whether a movie will be good or bad).
Miner directs like he’s got an itch he can’t scratch; speed-ramping the zombie action every chance he can, whip-panning like an ADD kid, and generally paying no regard to any of the zombie movie rules or conventions, or even to any logic or reason. Okay, so rules are made to be broken, and I’ll be the first to admit that, but when you throw the rule book out the window with such arrogance you will certainly feel the wrath of horrorphiles.
Zack Snyder’s “re-imagining” of Romero’s Dawn of the Dead (1978) managed to balance between creating a viable new interpretation of the original premise whilst adding new flavour and a very particular element of cinematic chutzpah which the original lacked. I actually think Snyder’s version is superior, but I’ll concede I’m probably in the minority with that opinion.
In Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead (2004) the zombies didn’t shuffle along like the Romero dead we know and love, they jogged, they even ran. But they were still thick as bricks. In Steve Miner’s Day of the Dead, not only do they run, they fucking sprint, and they jump and run along ceilings like fucking Spider-Man! What the fuck?! They’re infected with a bio-toxic rage (28 Days Later anyone?) and have become super-human, then do pointless things like dragging their victims off down the road. Zombies don’t drag victims off; they chow down on the damn spot!
This Day of the Dead feels like an unintentional parody. But the movie is played straight. Mena Suvari plays Sarah; she’s part of the military operation trying to quarantine her small Colorado town after a nasty bio-hazard. Ving Rhames plays Rhodes, her superior. There’s also a Doctor Logan (Matt Rippy) and even soldiers named Salazar (Nick Cannon) and Bud (Stark Sands), which is close enough to Bub (the featured zombie-soldier in Romero’s movie). These character names are the only links to the original movie. Yes, it is outrageously tenuous at best. Oh, and that the survivors end up in a military bunker and try to make their way to a missile launch silo.
Ving Rhames was in the remake of Dawn of the Dead also, and it’s blatantly obvious the producers have used him to confuse less-savvy audiences into thinking this is a direct sequel. He has second top-billing but has about fifteen minutes screen time tops. The only choice moment he has is when he eats his own eyeball then scurries after Sarah on half-devoured legs.
In attempting to explain the zombie plague as a military bio experiment gone horribly awry destroys any of Romero’s supernatural mystery which binds his movies together in an essential atmospheric otherworldliness. This Day of the Dead has no atmosphere. It has no fear, full stop. The zombie make-up is dreadful, the dialogue is dire, and the dénouement is diabolically bad.
Key producers Boaz Davidson (who has more b-grade trash to his name than you can shake a severed arm at) and James Glen Dudelson (who produced and directed the inexplicable and excreable straight-to-DVD Day of the Dead 2: Contagion a few years ago, and yes, the concept is totally screwy) have cheapened out and employed CGI-effects for most, if not all, of the gore effects. There are plenty of beheadings and splattered blood, all of which has that distinctly added-in-later look of computer generated effects. For the most part, I hate it. It should only be used if a prosthetic or mechanical effect could not do the job better (but don’t get me started on that …). To add insult to injury the zombies disintegrate in fire, like the fucking vampire undead! Argghh!
The survivors (my sincerest apologies if I’m spoiling the plot for you) Sarah, her brother Trevor (Michael Welch), his girlfriend Nina (AnnaLyne McCord, the movie’s token eye-candy), and the very annoying Salazar, eventually get the hell out of dodge and end up in a military bunker, but not before stocking up at the local gun store where they conveniently find automatic and semi-automatic weapons. Trevor and Nina immediately know how to handle their hardware, gee, how damn convenient is that? Yup, this movie is real stupid, but in that frustratingly arrogant way.
Oh, did I mention the movie was shot in Bulgaria with an entirely Bulgarian crew? Also the movie was finished months and months ago, but it ran into a troubled post-production and subsequent distribution problems; further proof that the spoiled brew of producers were floundering with a flatulent insult of a movie. Hmmm, have I been vitriolic enough?
Jeffrey Reddick’s pitiful screenplay steals more from 28 Weeks Later than Romero’s Day of the Dead. Of course 28 Weeks Later eats this corpulent piece of rotten flesh for breakfast. If you’re a zombie purist (if there is such a thing) then avoid this like the plague.
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Comment by Cibbuano
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I have no interest in seeing this... they somehow managed to cut out all the interesting parts of Romero's Day. The dread, the feeling of hopelessness, the claustrophobia. The antagonism between the military and the scientists!
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
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That last poster has already put me off.
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
JD ... some things we'll never know.
Comment by XlupoldX
It was just awful, there weren't any redeeming features to this piece of artistically bankrupt drivel, no amusing moments of splatter or gore, no characters I had an intense connect or loathing for. . .absolutely nothing. Add a gawdawful racial stereotype to the mix of and insipid script and some of the worst zombie make up design I have ever seen and you have one hell of a bloated and reeking turkey.
The worst thing about the whole experience. . .I am never getting those minutes of my life back. . .and I SO very badly want them back to do something more constructive with my life, like descaling the teapot or repeatedly poking myself in the eye with a dull pencil. . .it’s a sickness I tell you, a sickness.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile