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in my twisted little world, George A. Romero is God... and Day of the Dead is shown religiously every saturday night.
Day is a wonderful film, the effects are so much better, the blood doesn't look like nail polish like it did in Dawn.
They really nailed it with this one, i could almost feel the despair and the aggravation the characters dealt with.
my favorite scene, apart from Rhodes gettin ripped apart and Bub saluting him lol, was when they pulled that guy's head off... and you could hear the pitch in his voice getting higher and higher as he screamed. that was classic!!
Yay for Day! :D
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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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