(Recounting the events of Saturday the 11th of May ’07)
28 weeks later, the film that is, in reality only 6 days had past. I had arrived at Fritz and John’s flat just before 8 to check the movie with Fritz and Fif’ across the road at the movie house (J was workin’). Once everybody was ready we head out the Spar opposite (again great : ‘ ), where the couple managed to kick off a fight about Dr Pepper of all things. “What’s the worst that could happen?” now I had an early contender.
Now in the movie, I regretted drinking my bottle of water so early as I don’t like to be frightened, t’would be okay at home but cinemas these days have their speakers set to aneurysm. Never been over gone on the horror genre but I do enjoy stuff like this, what I like to call ‘Paranormal Survival Dramas’ or ‘Para-Survivadrams’.
I really liked the movie as I think did my company, Fritz though was put off by images and situations symbolic of Jews entering concentration camps and later being gassed (Adonai H. Emet! Can you imagine a Jewish Zombie, “Excuse me sir, are human brains kosher?”) I decided not to napalm his Teutonic cerebellum and tell him I noticed some zombies wearing orange sashes during the street scenes (the implications!).
