I’ve made a point of separating
myself from the fascination with everything zombie that has exploded on the
scene the past few years. I just never
got it. The Dawn of the Dead series of movies, and the original Night of the
Living Dead were train wrecks you almost couldn’t stop watching. I actually
went see World War Z at the theater with a group of friends I hadn’t seen in a
while because I wanted to see them, not because I gave a shit about the
movie. I left there thinking that was
the first zombie move ever with a little intelligence to it, though I have to
admit Shaun of the Dead was a great parody and really funny. I remember seeing a brief article on the web
about a town that had made preparations for a zombie apocalypse. Seriously,
what the fuck is in the water there.
I’ve been a science fiction fan for
many years and thoroughly enjoyed post-apocalypse novels like Dhalgren, Earth
Abides and The Stand. Those were great stories for me because they were really
about the relationships between individuals thrown together in the aftermath of
epic catastrophe and their reactions to the stress of carrying on in the face
of impossible odds. Seeing how everyone found
their own way to cope and manage to find enough inner strength to keep going
really made for great reading. The line between good guy and bad guy definitely
blurs, stretching the limits of things which we’d never believe ourselves
capable in the quest to survive.
I’ve seen all manner of zombie apocalypse
related things popping up and I always had a feeling there was an allegory in
there somewhere. The typical zombie
scenario of zombie bites or scratches someone, they die then turn into a zombie
and the only way to stop them is take out the head one way or another. The hook
is we all have that wondrous potential to be zombies. Makes me wonder where
does it come from? Zombies are rampant
consumers of brains and flesh, mindless dedication to just consuming brains and
or flesh. No thought involved just gimme
what I want, somewhat like our consumer driven society. We are lead around by our internal noses for
everything from the latest phone, electronic device, or game on the
market. Then we are given the option to
live vicariously through lives of the Kardashians, The Housewives of (insert
city here), or the collection of sad people that want to air their dirty
laundry on the Jerry Springer show.
Seriously are we so unhappy that we have to watch someone’s life that is
more ridiculous then owning a pet rock to make us feel better about ourselves? Granted everyone is just finding their own
way, whether on TV or in the living room watching it, though where do we draw
the line on some of this stuff. If there wasn’t a market for it, it wouldn’t
sell would it? That is a rather
disquieting thought to me, then again what do I know I ‘m just a dude with a
blog.
This post started off about
something else before that rant jumped in the way. So I’ll have to say I’ve
surprised myself and actually gotten hooked on watching the Walking Dead. It has a lot of the elements of some of the
great cacotopian[1]
society stuff like that I mentioned above. The lines are blurred constantly for what good
people will do in a bad situation.
Despite the fact that the storyline hits some flat spots and seems to
move at a snail’s pace it is rather thought provoking story telling.
So that’s my two cents, well probably
closer to 1.2 cents with the current inflation, though I do want to add
something that made me laugh the first time I heard it many years ago. Enjoy.
[1] ^ Beaumont, Matthew.
(2006). Cacotopianism, the Paris Commune, and
England's Anti-Communist Imaginary, 1870-1900. ELH, 73(2):
465-487.
[1] ^ Beaumont,
Matthew. (2006). Cacotopianism,
the Paris Commune, and England's Anti-Communist Imaginary, 1870-1900. ELH,
73(2): 465-487.
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