I loved the first, hated the second. The first sequel teased and withheld everything valuable from the first film until the climax, using the road trip format with CW replacements for main characters to apply a cynical, economical model to the magick of the first film. Which was straight booboo.
And somehow the third takes the best parts of the first and second film to the best possible conclusion. We have the post-apocalyptic road trip mausoleum tour + Reg sex…
Never mind. It was just gas. My booty was overloaded with pooty and I got a bit snooty.
PURE
HARDCORE
ZOMBIE
GORE
PORN
GUTS
MUNCHED
THROATS
SHREDDED
MINI
WHEATS
TITTYMEAT
GNAWED
WTF
DEE
SGUSTIN
What I love most about Italian gutmunchers, and the reason I prefer them over all other zombie films, is how the zombies, and by extension death, are truly revolting. Death should be revolting. You're not suppose to welcome death, least of all in a horror film. For me, you know it's a good zombie design when you can smell them from the screen, all…
"You don't know what their hands feel like."
Listen, I know five stars doesn't make a lick of sense here. A haunted Teddy Ruxpin taught me right from wrong growing up, so I know butt's butt. I'm well aware that there's some sort of consensus reality attached to the terrible now and it's usually the inverse of my every instinct. But I also know that consensus is not objectivity and a large percentage of popular entertainment consumers prefers media that…
