Directed by Ellory Elkayem. Written by William Butler and Aaron Strongoni. Starring John Keefe, Cory Hardrict, Aimee-Lynn Chadwick, Jenny Mollen and Peter Coyote.
Plot: a college student creates a drug that literally turns people into zombies.
Apparently a sequel to Necropolis, this movie is terribly, terribly flawed. Why? Mostly because the kids that survived the first movie act like they’ve never seen a zombie before. But I digress.
So, Uncle Charlie (Coyote) from Necropolis, takes the “last” canister to some Russians to be bought, but it all goes wrong of course and he ends up dead. At the college, a letter delivered to Julian (Keefe) tells him his uncle is dead. So, he goes to search his home and he finds another canister behind a secret door. He takes it to his “smart” friend, Cory (Hardrict), so he can find out what’s in it. But instead, Cory turns whatever’s in the barrel into a drug that he quickly passes out to everyone in the school. Because it seems that literally everyone in the school is on drugs. The main girl, Jenny (Mollen) even gives it to her lab rats. Bitch!
The horribly stereotypical Russians are the best part of this movie. They are awesome. The boob shots, of which there are an abundance, are also point worthy. Plus, zombies get good motive points, cause hello, they’re zombies. And it gets some points for being so funny even though unintentionally.
Unfortunately, there’s so much more wrong with this movie than there is right. Jeremy (Jenny’s brother) seems dubbed. Not sure if he is, but either way, it’s annoying. The acting is terrible, too. From nearly everyone. It’s unrealistic. Would the school really just give him a note saying “Sorry, your uncle is dead” and not stick around to comfort him or anything. We don’t like the main people we’re supposed to be wanting to live. And honestly, when it comes down to it, if this movie were a person, we’d punch it in the face.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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