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With little to do tonight but waste some time, I watched an old favorite of mine, George Romero's Dawn of the Dead. I haven't seen it in ages. Much fresher in my mind was last year's remake, a tight little zombie flick that I enjoyed when it came out, just as I did 28 Days Later. Enjoyed, and then quickly forgot.
Boy, did I also forget just how brutally awesome and political the original was. From the title - with two years to go before Reagan, it was Dawn of the Dead indeed - to racial and gender tensions all wrapped up in a scathing critique of the rising consumerist culture. Every other shot is filled with more symbolism than a Tarkosvky wet dream - zombies grabbing coins from a fountain, the "it's not too late and I know how" pre-Roe v. Wade abortion talk, the humans robbing the zombies, it's all there. And it's there in a way that a normal viewer can grasp, acknowledge and relate to, with populism that rivals Jerry Bruckheimer's.
So, where is today's politicized, anti-establishment cinema? What happened to those fun, populist movies, so much more enjoyable on a Sunday night than a depressing documentary or some politically correct art house circle jerk? Why is it that all the remakes that are coming out - Dawn of the Dead, Assault on Precinct 13 - have been stripped of their political essence, the very thing that made those otherwise cheapass movies so memorable?
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