An Army of the Dead review in which I talk way too much about zombies. There’s a certain cinematic nostalgia when it comes to zombie films, those soulless monstrosities that have shed their previous humanness only to now roam in growling and moaning hordes across dystopian landscapes. It’s a pretty simplistic venture. Someone got exposed, that person gets *turned* into an undead killing machine and now everyone is fucked. Wash, rinse, bite a neck, repeat. So walking into a zombie movie is mostly old hat at this point. It’s something of a solved science. We know how they get made, how they take over, how the humans will react, and ultimately how we’ll win. There are only so many ways to skin this undead flesh. That doesn’t mean new movies in the genre shouldn’t be made, but rather we can likely temper our expectations some. Zombie flicks are a go-to because we can eliminate one half of the equation outright. We don’t need to know why this particular bad guy is taking over the world.
My thoughts on Stranger Things Season 3. If you haven't watched it, all of the spoilers are ahead. So tread carefully, like a Mind Flayer could be around the corner. “But I know you're getting older, growing, changing. I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I don't want things to change.” - Jim Hopper True friendship, at least to the Duffer Brothers, seems defined by finding those people who truly understand you. Who you don’t really need to explain your life to because they already get it. There’s shared happiness and shared trauma. They are those with whom you speak a common language, who understand what a Mind Flayer or Demogorgon are without explanation. Who can walk into your parents’ basements unannounced. They can get you up on the walkie-talkie at any time for a meetup somewhere on a D&D game, trip to the pool, walk at the mall or take down a secret Russian military base. These are true friends. Friendships