The Putrid Dead

J. and I attended a screening of the infamous zombie film Burial Ground the other night. It was a washed out print projected from a DVD with sound quality so poor that more often than not the mockery from the yokels in attendance drowned out the dialogue. Despite all that J. and I left impressed, due almost entirely to the zombie make-up.
I love Italian zombies most of all. Most other zombie movies seem to want to hold a mirror up to the viewer more or less as he or she currently exists, showing the walking dead as freshly dug from the grave. Italian zombies, on the other hand, are broken down, maggot infested, muck-encrusted fiends; what we will become as we patiently wait our turn in the damp earth.







