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(2002) rt:113m ***
Director: Danny Boyle
Starring: Cillian Murphy
I have a so-so relationship with zombie movies.
I like Shaun
of the Dead, but am confounded when people like things like the
Dawn
of the Dead remake and the ubiquitous Night of the Living
Dead. I mean how hard is it to write one of these things? Some
catastrophe, usually manmade, causes everyone to crave brains or otherwise
want to commit mindless violence upon every living creature that comes
their way. The only trick seems to be inventing new and special ways
to kill the zombies, and in what setting to place them (underground
lab, shopping mall, desert island, etc.) And, yes, I know there are
tons of dudes out there who love nothing more than films about that
undead (and in some cases nothing but movies about the undead).
Quite simply, I don't get the draw. Of course, I don't really like
horror movies in general, and zombie movies seem to remove even the
psychological side of the horror killer that is sometimes intriguing.
This movie seems not a whole lot different on the surface, as some
monkeys infected with what is only referred to as "Rage" infect a
group of animal activists in London, who then infect the rest of the
city and so on. Monkey pox. Not a wholly original idea, I suppose.
What was kind of fun, though, was the way we're brought into the situation.
No, not Cillian Murphy and his full frontal nudity. I'm talking about
Cillian Murphy's character waking up from a coma in a deserted hospital
in London, having no idea that the whole city had been evacuated as
bloodthirsty zombies roam the streets trying to bludgeon everybody
in their path. His realizations are ours, as he staggers around in
his hospital garb looking at flyers about missing persons and hearing
the echoes of London's emptiness. And then the crazies come out of
the woodwork. Luckily he is saved by a couple of non-zombie survivors
and brought to a safe-ish location. Then the realization that all
his loved ones are most likely dead hits him like a ton of bricks.
And, unlike a lot of heroes, he shows emotion and is devastated by
his situation. In a truly disturbing scene, one of the two rescuers
is bitten by a zombie, which gives him about fifteen seconds before
he too becomes infected and start "raging." The other rescuer sees
her partner bitten, and mercilessly hacks him to pieces with her axe
as he begs for his life in the fifteen seconds before his transformation.
Brutal. The rest of the film finds Cillian Murphy and this rescuer
(who happens to be a woman, wink, wink), along with a surrogate little
girl that they pick up, trying to escape the wandering hoards of insanely
demented, red-eyed freaks. And, in another twist, their worst enemies
turn out not to be the zombies themselves, but other survivors of
the virus. So there's your different approach, I suppose. And, as
it turns out, the makers of the film don't even need to figure out
some fancy way to kill the undead--they just become a sort of afterthought.
A pretty fascinating way to do it, indeed. So it's a study on human
kind, ultimately, and not a look at horrible madness. Danny Boyle
does a great job conveying the fury of it all, and just does an amazing
job, as usual, at showing the grittiness of it all. It is funny how
Cillian Murphy in his emaciated state did look an awful lot like Ewan
McGregor in Boyle's awesome film, Trainspotting. There is
kind of a cheesy Hollywood ending to this thing, but in its cheesiness,
it's also kind of endearing and sort of ironic. [hulu.com,
MF]
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