Contains spoilers.
In 1964 directors
Ubaldo Ragona and Sidney Salkow brought us The Last Man on Earth and Vincent Price as Robert Neville, a
broken lonely figure forced to deal with the mundane realities of existence and subsistence by day
and the real threat of attack by night. Their adaptation Richard Matheson's I
Am Legend wasn't without fault; preferring a rather more traditional action
packed finale than the more nuanced origin of evil twist of the book and thus rather
missing the point, but over-all I found it quite the poignant post-apocalyptic
vision. It was also, with its slowing and dumbing down of Matheson's vampires,
a rather important part of the cinematic zombie story, with Romero even citing
its crucial influence. The 2007 Will Smith blockbuster I Am Legend further blurred the
vampire and zombie lines and with its theatrically released ending perhaps even
further missed the Legend point;
but I unashamedly enjoyed it for the big budget action packed spectacular that
it was. In between though there was this other adaptation, and the cover
exalting Charlton 'from my cold dead hands' Heston's automatic weapon prowess I
think best illustrates the direction I felt it ultimately took.

And that's primarily
what The Omega Man is; a glorious post-apocalyptic promise that doesn't quite
deliver. But one that also doesn't actually fail. If anything it's that
post-apocalyptic film trap. Set up a destitute, lonely, introvert inspiring world
with gorgeous expansive cinematography that leaves the skin tingling, add a
struggling hero one can empathise with, then fumble around rather
unsuccessfully struggling to maintain all the built-up atmosphere and ambience
when it comes to actually doing something with it. Watching Heston stumble
and bluster around the city is as funny as it is tragic. Clearly broken from
his two year exile, his life now the permanent contradiction of retaining
dignity and humanity in a world where there's no accountability or obligation
to do so, is perfectly realised; and summed up beautifully with each new bitter
and utterly helpless sardonic quip. Then enters the family, Lisa and her gang
in a tidal wave of high speed action, explosions and the film becomes something
else; that certain je ne sais quoi gone.

The one thing I would add before dismissing the zombie
case all together is perhaps the point that they are infected, and their final
change does seem to coincide with loss of empathy, social intelligence and
individuality. The family are also driven by a counter-culture dogma, and structured
as a cult like with a zealot leader Jonathan Matthias (Anthony Zerbe) who
enforces his new bastardised ideological stance with violence and an inability
to compromise. Maybe they're not quite as free-willed in their new state of
mind as they intimate? I'll leave it open save that though there's probably enough
to argue they're not zombie in any classical sense but there is ambiguity, that
zombie discussion in relation to cults, drugs, mental health, and any
impairment of the neo cortex doesn't seem to be going away, and the film does
come with enough heritage to deserve to be not ignored.

Steven@WTD.
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