Well, maybe Zombi 2 was good for something after all–I had a wicked zombie nightmare last night, or at the very least a work-anxiety dream disguised as a zombie nightmare. My co-workers and their significant others and I were all trapped inside a big white house with tons of windows, beseiged by hungry undead. I spent the whole dream frantically trying to get people organized to close and seal windows and doors in rooms we’d forgotten about. I kept looking for the guns I’d stashed someplace but a bunch of guys who’d been at my work longer than I have took them all and were using them themselves. At one point one guy and his girlfriend were sitting with their backs to a picture window, which zombies then shattered, pulling the guy and his girlfriend outside and tearing the skin and muscle from their backs. I remember thinking even in the dream, “Well, it just goes to show you, never sit with your back to a window when zombies are attacking.”
So thank you, Zombi 2–your genuinely frightening zombies worked a lot better in my unbearably tense unsconscious drama than they did in your boring-ass movie. Though if I’m being honest, I reread a bunch of The Walking Dead yesterday too, so that probably had something to do with it as well.