Redneck Zombies (1987) is a guilty pleasure for me; I can’t tell you that it’s good, but I also can’t tell you that I don’t enjoy it. If I had made this movie, I’d be proud of it. I’m sorry if that disappoints you. I know it would disappoint my mom.

On the other hand, there’s no guilt in my enjoyment of 28 Weeks Later (2007), though “enjoy” might not be the best word to relate to a movie centered on brutal, unrelenting, non-exploitative violence. The good news for me is that its imagery is haunting enough that I don’t think I’ll need to rewatch it any time soon.