Whether they stagger slowly or dash madly, the one constant among cinematic zombies though the years has been that they don’t say much. They moan a lot, and occasionally manage a hungry “Braaaains!” but articulated speech has escaped them. Which means that Bruce McDonald’s PONTYPOOL (opening theatrically in New York City today and also available on-demand from IFC Films) is unique via its very premise: an undead plague in which both the cause and the symptom are spoken words.
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The advertising pitch on DRAG ME TO HELL is that it marks Sam Raimi’s return to “pure horror,” but anyone familiar with the director’s work knows that he was never really there to begin with. Even passages of his very first EVIL DEAD were informed as much by the Three Stooges as by George A. Romero, and his approach to the tenets of screen fear have only become more playful with time. So his latest is not the ultimate experience in grueling terror that some might be expecting or hoping for—but it is a HELL of a lot of fun.
I’m a little late in writing up my review of North American’s CARNIVOROUS DVD, which came out yesterday, and I have to confess that I’m feeling a little guilty about it. Actually, I’m not to blame for the delay, but for some reason I feel responsible. I guess I’ve always had a bit of a Good Will Hunting complex, and what I could use right now is for Robin Williams to hug and comfortingly repeat to me, “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.”