By Hemanth Kissoon
“I ain’t in no mood to die tonight,” Spider
There are few greater pleasures than a cracking zombie movie. They come in all shapes and sizes, from across the world. George A. Romero kicked off the subgenre, and due to some unusual rights issues, this is a sort of sequel to his seminal NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. Although his own sequel is the masterful DAWN OF THE DEAD, THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD goes in a different direction. Eschewing epic political allegory, the writer of ALIEN and TOTAL RECALL, Dan O’Bannon, steps into the director’s chair to craft a hilarious and zestful horror.
Set in Louisville, a small town, on July 3rd 1984. Youngsters are hanging out, passing the time while they wait for their friend, Freddy, to get off work after his first day. That place of employment is at Uneeda Medical Supply, which contains in the basement some zombies that mistakenly got sent to them by the military after the events of NIGHT. Freddy and his line manager Frank accidentally damage one of the canisters, releasing a noxious gas that awakens the dead. As you can image chaos and carnage ensues. Or can you imagine? Have you envisaged half a corpse talking on a mortuary table about needing brains, or a Damien Hirst-esque dog yapping away, or zombies being sharp enough to lure paramedics and police to their doom?
Inventive, energetic and ridiculously fun.