Shaun of the Dead, earning just one star on Netflix, was a long, tedious end-of-the-semester letdown. (I can hear those of you cheering, “Finally, Kim suffers!”)
I?m sure we?ll discuss in class just how cleverly postmodern?the film?is, yet I?m painfully aware that without an affinity for zombie flicks I?m missing the lifeblood and guts of the joke. I couldn?t wait for the nightmare of boredom to end. At the same time, I look forward to reading Ryan’s reaction as zombies are far more his thing.
Since I have no emotional investment in this film, meet Nick from?”The Theory of Chaos Blog”?who wrote a?far more insightful and?enjoyable Shaun of the Dead review. His comments helped me understand what I was watching moreso than watching alone. In the mix,?Nick provides this gem of a summation:
This almost appallingly-amusing movie?s central joke is that there?s no thing too weird, say, for example, an apocalypse of the walking dead, that we as people couldn?t eventually filter into a background irritant. The inertia of the average low-watt slacker, we see, will always bring him back to his couch, television and beer.
Yeah, I get – and even admire -?the message. The thing is,?this format is?designed for a very specific audience. I’m not it.
I will say that when Shaun was zombified long before the Zombies arrived it made me think of Stuart Hall and the ways in which we define ourselves by adapting in relation to?”otherness.” Once the zombies hit the scene en mass, Shaun is no longer the zombie he had once been and it isn’t until they are killed or contained that?he returns to that state of being. The problem is, I don’t much care.
I’ve mentioned that already, haven’t I?