Surprisingly, I don't even think about zombies that often...
My big thing with zombie movies is that I think society would be better at handling the situation than movies give them credit. There are some glaringly obvious moments of suspension of disbelief that reign the zombie movie genre. 1: Don't Get Bit 2: An epidemic, to be sure. But really, how long would it take for the world to be completely overrun? This is why I like the movie 28 Days Later. The disease doesn’t depend solely on people getting bitten/killed. It spreads more like hepatitis. If people with hepatitis were uber-violent, a lot more people would have it. It also shows that it took (a few less than) 28 days for things to get really bad. It didn’t bother trying to convince us that the world was destroyed in a matter of hours by tottering corpses. On the contrary, these guys are wicked fast. And it still took them a while. It also only happens in 3. Would it be that hard to hide from a zombie? 4. Why don’t zombies attack each other?
I think I’ll call it Era of the Dead. I’ll get dude’s permission to steal from the Night/Dawn/Day thing. In Era, zombie invasion will have time to develop in a more natural time frame. Incorporating animals in the mix would add a delightful peppering of “monster-of-the-week” throughout the series. And Era would be sure to end in no more than three seasons, promising not to stray from its primary vision, maintaining thematic integrity. Season one – the world is slowly going down the crapchute. We get attached to a large Firefly-like cast among a larger LOST-like cast and won’t have to anticipate losing anyone [important] until season 3. The main objective is to stay alive (duh) and to scrape together what is left of humanity and find sanctuary from the zombies. Season Two – there is a system in place to keep civilization safe from zombiedom. Weekly episodes focus on character development and intermittent break-ins from zombies or break-outs from headstrong teenagers. People with new-found political power become the real bad guys. They’ll probably have a bad plan like world-wide nuclear annihilation. The system collapses in the season finale; it’s a bittersweet victory for our heroes because they’ve destroyed the human monsters (all eaten by zombies or some other ironic demise) but now have to face the zombie world with literally no hope of survival. Season Three – (This could also be wrapped up as a shorter season, mini-series or a movie) The world now resembles what happens so quickly in zombie movies. The main characters can even end up in a shopping mall if they do it right. Now that we truly love our brilliantly assembled/balanced cast, we can agonize over each of their deaths. But it’s okay because they’ve had time to come to terms with themselves and each other. To add an extra pang of emotion, they’ll discover that the bad guys from season two had actually developed a cure, but it was lost with them. This is how a zombie movie always ends: the world is over. All is lost. The End. But when you have 30 or so hours to develop that narrative instead of 2, you have yourself a great story and not just an inappropriately funny gore fest. Era of the Dead would have to go to Showtime or HBO. Sci-Fi (bless their hearts, they’ve tried their best with Battlestar Galactica) wouldn’t be able to capture the humanity of it. And it would be far too gory for network TV (don’t assume a great story line could ever completely take the place of high-budget violence!). Yes, a prime channel is the way to go. Then it can be sold on DVD for outrageous amounts of money. I can’t believe I just spent this much time/thought/energy on zombies. I blame Travis. If someone rips off Era, I might not even mind because I’m kinda tired of thinking about it. But I won’t be too tired to sue. Labels: Musings / Sighings |
Comments on "Surprisingly, I don't even think about zombies that often..."
Brilliant. Can't wait to see you this weekend.
FOX will try to make this into a reality show.
And then cancel it halfway through the first season.
Brilliant, Trey. Hilarious and brilliant.
Incidentally, after watching Shaun of the Dead, and while I still worked at the Center for the Homeless, I devised the safest place in South Bend to hide from the Undead: the third floor storage room. It was enormous, high off the ground, and the third floor windows looking over the stairwell were reinforced with wire inside. The doors to the storage room have no windows whatsoever, and are made of metal. Plus there’s plenty of food for a long seige.
Yup, that’s where I’d go.