As a Sci-Fi geek of magnificent magnitude the obsession with zombies is in my opinion the fear of being brainless as opposed to soulless. Losing humanity, but yet retaining its form, which is like some sort of reanimated mind-fuck. Which oddly in film today often equals comedy, the witless monkey type, having human features, but no way to communicate. The zombies that retain some thought even if it's ferocious singular thinking...those guys are horrifying.
For example Shaun of the Dead was hilarious based upon the sheer stupidity of zombies of yore. The lumbering, the near catatonic nature...funniest bit was when they blended right in by just acting like drooling idiots. Now, 28 Days Later...dear heaven. When you get organized, destructive, quick moving zombies...yeah, frightful. Just enough brain power to be truly vicious.
The worst zombie case for me was Pet Sematary. It wasn't touted as a zombie movie, but that's what it was. What else is a zombie but a reanimated corpse? That was by far worse than any random flesh eater flick. That shit was personal. Forget that movie Orphan with the scary kid/little person....yeah, Gage slicing Achilles tendons...um historic.
Even if you claim to be an atheist or, damnation, agnostic, isn't the real scare in zombie lore that someone — a person with friends and family — could return with no apparent loyalty?
This sentence makes no sense. What does the reanimation of dead tissue have to do with religion? Oh, right. Zombie Jesus. Never mind.
I don't think "loyalty" is a soul - most unsentimental black-hearted folks like myself refer to that as a "memory." Yes, it would suck if the memory-less corpse of one of my loved ones came for my precious brain. View this as the lone upside of our gun-crazy nation's massive shotgun stockpiles.
"A website called Cracked?" Seriously, dude? Cracked.com, the funny, last living vestige of the magazine that many of us considered Mad Magazine without teh funny? I'm a little amazed that you referenced it as if the readers may never have heard of it.
Alice Tully Hall is NOT across the street from the Metropolitan Opera House. That would be Avery Fisher Hall. ATH is about a block and a half away and half the size, so Mischa was extra-confused.
@FormerEnglishMajor: P.S. Avery Fisher Hall is actually at a right angle to the Metropolitan Opera House, and both facilities are in the "center" of Lincoln Center's pedestrian area and face Josie Robertson Plaza. Alice Tully Hall is truly just across the street--West 65th Street, specifically--from the opera house, though the low-lying Beaumont and Newhouse Theaters nestle on the Met's north side. (I'm not sure how you would calculate a block-and-a-half's distance between the opera house and Tully, unless you started from the Met's northwest corner).
Mischa may have had other problems recently, but her land navigation skills are okay in this case.
(Third point of the Scout Law: A Scout is servicey.)
@The Lone Scout: I cannot even address the joke...! But Alice Tully is pretty far from the Met Opera. You have to walk that whole plaza to get to the Opera entrance. You either go all the way down to the front and walk the whole plaza, or go down 65th and up the stairs, etc. - it's not close. She just saw a crowd and hopped out of the cab, pretty much.
@FormerEnglishMajor: I've worked there and, granted, there's more than a stone's throw from Tully to the Met. But the post does state that Mischa "booked it across the street" from Tully, so conceivably she dashed across 65th and the plaza in time for curtain up at the Met (thanks to modern chemistry?).
@The Lone Scout: eh, probably had a box so maybe she didn't see the chandeliers rise. Though that probably would have looked good through the drugged haze.
Compact fluorescent lightbulbs are the bane of every female over the age of 19's existence. In the boudoir, give me a GE Soft White (in the closet, door partially closed) or one of those solar eclipse boxes with the pin prick to let in light. Otherwise, you might as well line my bed with satin curtains and give it brass handles.
In the 50 billion interviews this guy has done, I have never once heard him say anything positive about himself. Maybe a little more self esteem might get this guy laid.
Robert Pattinson is weird looking and has crazy hair and zero melanin. He's like a fey zombie. But he has money, so I don't know why he can't get azz either.
Way to go, Mariah! In a related story, I am absenting myself from consideration for the PEN Awards this year. "You haven't finished your novel," says you? "Shut the fuck up," says I.
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For example Shaun of the Dead was hilarious based upon the sheer stupidity of zombies of yore. The lumbering, the near catatonic nature...funniest bit was when they blended right in by just acting like drooling idiots. Now, 28 Days Later...dear heaven. When you get organized, destructive, quick moving zombies...yeah, frightful. Just enough brain power to be truly vicious.
The worst zombie case for me was Pet Sematary. It wasn't touted as a zombie movie, but that's what it was. What else is a zombie but a reanimated corpse? That was by far worse than any random flesh eater flick. That shit was personal. Forget that movie Orphan with the scary kid/little person....yeah, Gage slicing Achilles tendons...um historic.
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This sentence makes no sense. What does the reanimation of dead tissue have to do with religion? Oh, right. Zombie Jesus. Never mind.
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Andrew, all your base belonsky to me.
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But what started the funny zombie internet goofiness?
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Maplestory, of course!
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Ooooooh.
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"Fla. college ready for flesh-eating zombie attack"
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Then again, I may just be old.
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Mischa may have had other problems recently, but her land navigation skills are okay in this case.
(Third point of the Scout Law: A Scout is servicey.)
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Anyway!
I love Brad Pitt, really, he's great, but his being a pothead really explains the awful facial hair he's been sporting.
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