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The final Month of the Living Dead reviews (from me, anyway):

The Astro-Zombies (1968) — Because Lord knows, what the world needs is TWO new reviews of this movie in a single week.

Zombie Bloodbath (1993) — Well, there are zombies, and there are bloodbaths.  If you’re looking for anything more at all, you’ll be disappointed.

(I shall now collapse.  Please do not resuscitate or reanimate.)

Dawn of the Living Dead (2004)

OK: Look at the title. Just… look at it.

Eurrgh. This is the sort of project that fully deserves the LOLZombie treatment.

Warning: The above poster is 25% inaccurate.

Hey! Our Month of the Living Dead entry is in with a whole day to spare!

Grapes of Death
Jean Rollin’s sort of zombie movie in which inhabitants of France’s bleakest countryside catch an infection from contaminated wine that turns them into murder happy zombies. Well, sort of zombies, anyway. Rollin was better known for weird vampire films with no scripts or logic, but Grapes of Death represents at him at his most accessible and coherent. And because I don’t want to offend anyone on this family-friendly board, rather than post a snapshot of a gory zombie with oozing forehead or a topless woman in the process of also becoming headless, I present to you instead this photo of a contemplative older gentleman smoking a cigarette.

Terrifying, suspenseful, exciting—- These are just a few of the words you will find nowhere in my review of Revolt Of The Zombies (1936). An entirely fitting conclusion to my contribution to MONTH OF THE LIVING DEAD since, having watched it, I now feel like one of the living dead myself.

Fitting into both Month of the Living Dead 7 and the Halloween roundtable organized by Badmovies.org:

Cemetery of Terror (1985) — “Hey, we can make horror movies in Mexico just as stupid and nonsensical as those we get from America, and we wouldn’t even have to dub them!”

Something old, something new, nothing really all that good:

City of the Living Dead (1980) (aka The Gates of Hell), in which Lucio Fulci adroitly divides the audience reaction between “Whuh?”and “Eww!”

Return of the Living Dead: Necropolis (2005), which deserves as many “Law of Diminishing Returns” quips we can throw at it.

Our readers requested it…and now I hate them all.

New reviews at 1000 Misspent Hours and Counting:

City of the Walking Dead (1980), in which Umberto Lenzi does 28 Days Later 22 years earlier…

Cosmic Voyage (1936), in which we see that those dirty, rotten, stinking reds were ahead of us in the space race long before there was such a thing as a space race…

The Headless Horseman (1922), in which we have to wait waaaaaayyyyyy too goddamned long for a guy to get beamed in the head with a pumpkin…

Ruslan and Ludmila (1972), in which the deranged genius who brought us The Day the Earth Froze dumps everything that ever happened in a fairy tale into a blender, and then blows it up with one of those plunger detonators that Wile E. Coyote loves so much…

and

The Zombies of Mora Tau (1957), in which the amphibious undead aren’t reanimated Nazis for once.

Three young people find themselves stranded in the Monastery of Silence, where one of the monks just won’t stay buried. Mexico’s second horror film, El Fantasma del convento (The Ghost of the Monastery, 1934) is a true rarity: not only because it’s so difficult to find & see, but also because it still packs a punch after three-quarters of a century. The Living Dead in this film are not the kind you’re used to… and what’s more, this is one of the few horror films of the era that tries to be realistic in depicting death and bodily decay.