Matt and I went to see Shaun of the Dead on Sunday. It was good to hangout with him. It is so funny that we all have our own lives now and our time to together is a respite from those lives – instead of the entire reason for th em. I love his girlfriend. She is so fantastic and energetic and cute and un-damaged.
When I saw the previews for Shaun of the Dead I didn’t think I’d want to see it but once I found out that it was a British import than I thought perhaps it’d have less American-style Jim-Carrey humor and be geared toward more British-style witticism and lunacy. Which it was. Plus, it had a heart. I love horror movies with a heart. It really is a solid romantic comedy along with being a solid horror movie.
The beginning is great because as the zomb-pocalypse begins our hero doesn’t notice. People shuffling through their miserable lives look surprisingly like sans-braineating undead. That entertains the question, what if the end of the world is happening right now but is so similar to our daily life that we don’t even notice? I often thought that the rapture/apocalypse wasn’t going to be one giant concentrated, sped-up event but that the worst part about the end of the world would be if things gradually just slowed down, further and further until it all just finally stopped.