Lately Alex and I have been watching a slew of zombie movies. Our latest endeavor the 1990 remake of George A. Romero's Night of the Living Dead. It's a good movie, complete with severed hands, graveyards, and an old house full of people with conflicting personalities (that equation usually equals trouble). One thing to be noted, as zombie movies progressed throughout the ages, the women protagonist do a better job of a quick transition from frighten moron (who looks pretty, and stupid as they run around screaming with their body over exposed) to bad ass!
At the beginning of Night of the Living Dead, after Zombies attack Barbara and her brother (who dies, but you don't feel that bad because he acts like a jerk the first 3 minutes of his movie life) at a graveyard. This sets old Barbara running wild for about 10ish minutes, running around screaming for help, crashing her car into a tree... you get the idea. After she kills one giant zombie, just one giant zombie with overalls and no shirt underneath (not to mention a very define mustache) she trades in her "past the knee" wool skirt and sensible shoes for mens combat boots, and an unflattering pair of men's green khakis not to mention an awkward belt (naturally, this outfit helps Barbara to board up the windows, and learn how to shoot a gun perfectly)!
1. Zombies are not escaped prison inmates.
2. Zombies are not from outer space.
3. Zombies are not people who are infected with a bacteria.
Anyone in a real life zombie movie would know the following:
1. Zombies are slow.
2. Zombies are the dead brought back to life.
3. Zombies only die if you hit them in the head.
Now that we all know some basic Zombie information, I hope that if indeed Zombie apocalypse does occur, that we run into each other, and were wearing combat boots (or some other sturdy shoe) and men's khakis, and we're all calm as clams (by that I mean, clams are calm because they just sit in their shell all day).
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