Contains Spoilers.
Now this gets
serious.
George A Romero's
Dawn of the Dead, a sequel to the 1968 Night of the Living Dead and part two in
his Living Dead trilogy is the seminal zombie survival masterpiece. There had
been zombie films before but Dawn of the Dead was to leave a wound so deep it would
not only shock and galvanise a generation but leave a scar so prominent no
zombie film would or could ever be the same again.
Unlike the tense
tight situation the survivors of Night of the Living dead found themselves in this
time the world is facing true global apocalyptic collapse. With no more room in
hell the dead are up and walking about en masse sweeping through the cities and
countryside leaving no one alive, and swelling their numbers exponentially.
It's in this cinder keg of despair and confusion that WGON television studio
traffic reporter Stephen (David Emge) and his executive producer girlfriend
Francine (Gaylen Ross) decide to escape the spiralling pandemonium of
Philadelphia in Stephen's helicopter while they still can. They are joined by
their SWAT friend Roger (Scott H. Reiniger) and his companion disillusioned
Peter (Ken Foree) who've also realised the futility and inevitability of trying
to keep some semblance of order.

Dawn of the Dead
perfectly captures the playful excitement of what it would be like to have a
whole open shopping mall, with restaurants, ice rinks and free access to
satiate any consumerist itching one might have perfectly. But taking a
satirical swipe at American consumerism, an especially pertinent issue of the
late 70's, as racial tension was in the 60's when Night of the Living Dead was
released, the film fully understands how ultimately shallow this consumerist
experience is and engages this theme throughout. When Francine asks 'What are
they doing? Why do they come here?', Stephen's reply 'Some kind of instinct.
Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.'
perfectly jibes the anti-consumerist sentiment, pulling together parallels
between the mindless and the undead shopper.

Ultimately this
existential wrangle is halted by an attack from a surviving ruthless biker
gang. Caught up again with the acquisition of money and objects of value the
gang bring chaos back to the mall and whilst in the end and at great expense they are fought off, the idyllic peace and
sanctuary of the place is destroyed for good. The film ends with the remaining survivors
moving on, not only because the mall is now overrun by zombies again but
understanding then need to do so for their own sanity.
Much like the
zombies from Night of the Living Dead, Romero's Dawn of the Dead zombies are
slow, ambling and without the decaying flesh and horrific make-up and effects
of modern zombie film could be seen as quite human
like in comparison. With a grey or blue tinge to their skin they are obvious to
pick out however, and whilst Romero does paint a picture in which one or two on
their own could seem almost easy to avoid and a little harmless, as a pack they
still appear terrifying, dangerous and overwhelming.
These two films
certainly set the zombie themes and rule-set for all that came after. Zombie
packs and herds, the hunger for eating flesh, following autonomous patterns and
the idea that muscle memory partially survives reanimation, that biting
transfers the disease and shooting them in the brain destroys them; Romero established or cemented the zombie gospel for all that followed.

Dawn of the Dead is
a true horror film in that it not only successfully scares us with a believable
vision of a future gone very wrong but also with the challenge that perhaps as consumers we're akin to mindless autonomous zombies
already. A cinematic masterpiece, stylish, terrifying, absurd, and epic, deep
and multifaceted in scope, this was when
the genre got serious 10/10.
Steven@WTD.
Good stuff man! Solid write-up!
ReplyDeleteI still think "Day of the Dead" (1985) is even better ! ! !.
ReplyDeleteNah. People say Day is better in the same way they say Empire Strikes back is the best.
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