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...no mad skillz, no sacred destiny, just a pink tracksuit that will take her places she never wanted to go...
It's been said that a sure sign of the coming apocalypse is an 80s roller skate disco movie coming to DVD (with special features). In my science-fiction novel series entitled Apocalypse Babes, a stylish group of twenty-something friends are torn from the Babylonian arms of 2006 West Hollywood and flung nearly thirty years into the past. It might be because one of them purchased the taboo film in a nostalgic moment, setting off a chain of events more disturbing than a roller skating conga line. They wake up in an apocalyptic—but strangely familiar—landscape, complete with a hidden mountain compound and retro survivalists, hinting at hidden and retro issues they must face if they want to survive.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

When Zombies Become High Art

I recognize I'm a bit of a Janey-come-lately to this movie, but like any good zombie, it caught up with me eventually.

I love zombie movies and books for what zombies represent (you can't outrun death, lives lived on auto-pilot, etc) and how they reveal human nature when those humans are either bitten or chased.

Zombies can be fun, campy or terrifying, but sometimes they can become high art as in the film, 28 Days Later.

This movie languished in my Netflix queue for almost a year before my son finally lobbied for its rental. It was one of those films that absolutely rocked in cinematography, acting, writing, directing, editing and the score.

But where it really became a tour de force for me was in the story. The heart of 28 Days Later made me care deeply about the characters while at the same time commenting on what makes a society; is it mankind as a whole? Or is it the family?

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