I love zombie movies. There’s nothing quite like them to pick me up when I’m feeling down. I just love the wide-scale carnage, the rotting bits plopping off and the campiness of it all.
So when Netflix pops up with new zombie movies, they always get added to my queue. Bad or good, high tech or low. I’ll watch every one of them. This Saturday, I got to sit down to watch Dance of the Dead. In it, a group of nerds (The SciFi club, no less) gets to save their corner of the world from the undead. It was truly a treat from start to finish. From the groundskeeper at the local cemetery who loped off grasping hands, the bully, the nerds and their love interests and the overzealous coach. It had all the HS kitsch and plenty more.
I rated it a 5 out of 5 and hope to find a few more gems by the same director. That said, it did something that I really don’t like to see in zombie movies. Not only did the newly dead leap out of their 6-foot deep dirt-beds but they could also run.
And I’m not just saying that because I want to be able to survive the Zombie apocalypse.
I’m saying that because dead and decaying corpses shouldn’t function at the same level or better than those of us still living.
And really, I want a chance to survive:-). Which isn’t likely if the zombies can sprint.