I have been planning to watch "The Return of the Living Dead" (1985) all year. I want to provide some sort of write-up, but because, similarly to "The Thing" (1982), I never have given much real estate to a film on this blog despite being such a staple of my youth, particularly the teenage 90s years, I can't possibly cover it one time. Just can't. I thought about what this film is to me. How could I describe it? And it came to me. This is the CBGBs of zombie films. It's punk rock and heavy metal. It's loud and noisy. It's crude and lewd. It's unbalanced and unhinged. It's got a nude graveyard dance from Quigley, named Trash in highlighted hair, and a pounding soundtrack with lots of raucous, in your face attitude and plentiful profanity. It's humor is broad and often the acting is turned up to the max, with Karen especially uncorked to overact to his heart's content. It's got a tar zombie, a suffering zombie on a table desperate for brains, and an apocalyptic ending for anyone who just so happens to somehow survive the cemetery zombie onslaught. You've got toxic rain after infectious fumes stir up the clouds, just reawakening more reanimated corpses. This is every bit the wild ride it's intended to be. It's unrestrained. It's not concerned with social commentary. If you are anywhere near the film's setting, you are shit out of luck. I look forward to leaving some thoughts after my viewing tomorrow evening.
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