Note: This review is based on the original U.S. Theatrical Release of the film, not any subsequent re-edit for other markets.
People
often
talk of THE GODFATHER PART II
as the greatest sequel ever
made.
And yes, it is. But we cannot forget DAWN OF THE DEAD, made a
decade after the low-budget classic NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD.
Whereas
NIGHT was a bare bones frightfest, DAWN is a huge, sprawling, funny,
gory satire poking fun at American consumerism while still delivering
the goods for fans of those slow-moving zombies who like to eat
people.
In DAWN OF THE DEAD, four
people make their way
to the
local mall to hide from the multitude of zombies now infesting the
world, and find that the zombies, who seem to retain some memory from
their past non-zombie life, are flocking there too.
Strangely,
although the four members of the cast, once again all
unknowns, are excellent, none of them went anywhere after
DAWN.
A shame, because each of the quartet is attractive, have moderately
good acting skills and are completely sympathetic
as four frightened but determined people who have their differences but
work together for the sake of
survival. They hold our interest even when the zombies are
offscreen, which is a good portion of the time.
The gore and splatter
effects, by Tom Savini, are hardly more sophisticated than in NIGHT,
and are much more
obvious in color. The thick pink blood is about as convincing
as
it was in Romero's THE
CRAZIES, but the purplish gray skin tones, once
you get used to them, help in making the zombies appear
otherworldly. The makeup and effects do date the film, as
does
the
soundtrack music, including the cartoonish ditties that substitute for
muzak, and the overly cheesy "heroic" theme in the film's closing
moments, a piece of music that simply screams "I was composed in the
1970's!".
Then again, even the music could be part
of Romero's
sense of humor. He was, of course, criticizing American
greed with this film, but the film is funny rather than
nasty about this particular bug (one of many) that has always been
firmly up the director's butt. However, if Romero truly
thought
consumerism and urban sprawl was going to destroy us, he makes a very
weak case in this film. The closest he gets to satirizing
mindless shopping, aside from equating shoppers with the zombies
cluelessly
wandering around the mall, is an ill-fitting pie and seltzer in the
face sequence. He never makes us shake our heads at the greed
exhibited by the heroes - in fact, I would guess most people watching
DAWN OF THE DEAD would agree with their actions: head to the mall,
make it safe, grab whatever you can and live your life free from
zombies. Without that huge sprawling mall that Romero
wants us to sneer at,
it is highly probable none of the four protagonists would survive
as
long as they do, so American consumerism saves them in a way. ("Greed,
for lack of a better word, is good!", as
Gordon Gecko would say in WALL STREET). And it is not Mr. and Mrs. Joe
Consumer (aka
the
zombies) or the military/police state (two of the heroes) who ruin
everything in the
end, but rather a witless biker gang prone to hooliganism who are
shoe-horned into the movie's plot late in the game as a way to wrap
things up with a bang. It's like realizing, after all these
years, that Ben, the hero in
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, was completely, utterly and fatally wrong in
his decision to stay upstairs, while the racist living in the basement
was proved right in the end. Because Romero's thought
processes
are
all over the place (and I wouldn't have it any other way, because it is
what makes his zombie movies fun), he sometimes appears to say the
opposite of what he wants to say.
Whatever. Whether you
take
it is as a satire or not, DAWN OF THE DEAD is still one of the great
zombie movies. Not
for all tastes, but a
classic of its kind, especially since there is no other film of its
kind, not even the nifty 2004 remake.
- JB