One thing you should always remember when it comes to the eventual Zombie apocalypse is that it is better to hang around Rednecks in Redneck country than to (a) go it alone, or (b) hang with neo-nazi motorcycle gangs. The rednecks have just as much fun, but it’s more of a family environment. I learned this, and much more, watching George A. Romero’s Dawn of the Dead (1978).
Picking up where Night of the Living Dead left off, Dawn of the Dead follows Stephen and Francine, two employees of the local TV station, and eventually Peter and Roger, two of the stupidest SWAT policemen ever portrayed in film, as they use a helicopter to escape Philadelphia and head out to the countryside, and eventually to the room of an abandoned mall, where they find a huge stash of government survival supplies. For some reason, not content in their little defensible and well stocked section of the mall, they decide to implement a complex plan to secure and clear out the mall so that they can use some of the goods in the mall, such as fur coats, bling, and useless cash. Well, the plan has it’s “problems” but they eventually succeed. Now you would think they would be satisfied with what they have and try to keep a low profile, but oh no!
I liked the film a lot. Building on the Romero style of social commentary and epoch scale Zombie infestation, the special effect were good for the era (i.e. if it was a new film we would laugh) and the story was good, although the antics and just plain dumb behavior of some of the characters, as usual, was their own downfall.Dawn of the Dead (1978, U.S.),