“A romantic comedy…with zombies.” Now that’s gangsta! That’s my word, everyone who fronted on going with me to see this flick can hang on my lluevos! Yesterday I had to go for dolo to 14th Street to catch the jumpoff, and let me tell you, this movie was off the meat rack. F the big budget special effects and wall-to-wall action, Shaun of The Dead had what most movies lack: story and feeling. This is probably gonna be the most slept-on movie of the year, but what can you expect when junk like “Scary Movie” parts 2 and 3 (part 1 was aiight) ruin everyone else’s chances at making a successful horror film spoof.
See, the hottest thing about the movie was that it was actually a movie. I can’t say it was a total spoof cause the joint was actually going in its own direction and not really making fun of Dawn of The Dead. It was making fun of stupid people that talk with a British accent. That kind of bugged me out cause they was talking that British slang s*** and I wasn’t understanding a few things, but hey, to each his own, you know what I’m saying. The cool thing about it was that it wasn’t just comedy, it was type scary—even though I ain’t scared of nothing but God and my mama—and you could actually relate to the characters in one way or another.
First you got Shaun, the brainless knucklehead who has a shorty that he ignores and takes for granted to spend time with his roommate, a overweight bum who gets bent off beer, plays PlayStation 2 all day and sells weed here and there. (Sounds like one of your homies, doesn’t it? I know it sounds like my man Nino.) Then you got Shaun’s shorty who wants Shaun to grow up and be a man about things, and her two friends, a couple that looked like racists to me for some reason or another, so I ain’t really f’ing with them.
The basis of the movie is that zombies are taking over. Shaun doesn’t realize anything is going on for the first quarter of the film. Even though he goes to the grocery store, sees blood on the glass door when he picks out a soda, slips on blood but doesn’t look down, and catches a zombie girl in his backyard only to laugh out loud, “She’s sooo drunk. “ To which his man replies, “I think she wants to cuddle.” Once he figures out what’s poppin’, he decides to pick up his shorty and her racist-looking friends so they can take refuge in a local pub and wait things out until it all blows over. I wouldn’t be able to stay at a pub -- do you know how drunk I’d get in there? Them zombies would get tow-back-coma toasted if they ate my liver.
Shaun’s man, the fat bum, son was john-blazing hip-hop and R&B every chance he got. It was funny how whenever they was in some ish, someone would call son’s cell phone and he’d be like “Gimme two seconds, I don’t have anything right now. I don’t think I’ll have anything later.” How real is that!? It’s the end of the world, and hustlas are still getting hit on the hip by loyal customers wondering if that have anything in stock. Even with the world coming to an end, people would risk getting eaten alive just so that they could burn some of that purple dookie. Now that’s gangsta.
At the end of the day, I gave Shaun of The Dead four gangstas!!
I mean come on, a romantic comedy…with zombies. It doesn’t get better than that. What made this movie so banging was that the actors was maaaad on point. I was feeling Shaun and his peoples (except the racist looking ones) throughout the whole joint. Even his mama was type funny for some reason. There was mad gore and blood, funny things were said and shown, and the movie was well-paced. I ain’t give it the fifth because I think there should’ve been more casualties, and at least one real hot-looking mami. A minority here or there wouldn’t have hurt either. There was this one black zombie that got mad burn. Don’t ask me why, ask the British.
-Omar Mazariego
anyways, who seen it
imma check it out this friday
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