“One day you are in your boat and you get attacked by zombie fish.”

Back when I worked at American Express I had a colleague who was as fascinated with zombies as I was. Much like Derek he was deathly afraid of the very concept of zombies and as such we would have deep philosophical discussions on the nature of the undead.

When we first heard that George Romero was making a new zombie film for the first time in twenty years we were quite excited at the prospect. I took it upon myself to track down a copy of the script and printed a copy out for the two of us to read, and within its pages came about a concept that afforded us hours of time wasting discussion.

The film, at the time still untitled but soon to be known as Land of the Dead, had an interesting, if somewhat throwaway scene that was to lead off the third act of the film. With zombies encroaching upon the city, an unknowing loan man on patrol stops for a quick smoke break under a bridge. As he stands there something stirs in the darkness. Soon it seems as if the entire underside of the bridge is shifting and as the man looks up a horde of zombie rats drop down upon him and quickly devour him whole.

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It’s been a tough week for writing reviews for me. Coupled with watching some atrocious movies that suck my will to go on, I’ve had to deal with a nasty little cold that makes me want to fall asleep every time I sit down. So as you might see watching a movie hasn’t been the easiest of tasks this week. It has been such a struggle that I didn’t finish the film that I was going to write on this week until late last night, leaving me with little time to write anything worthwhile to post up on the site. So if this week’s review is a little short or bland I am apologizing now for sucking.

I was hoping that this week’s choice would be impervious to my week long doldrums, due to the fact it is an Australian cult film, and there are few things I love more then Australian cult films. Granted this small obsession has only matriculated in the past five years or so, ignoring the first seeds planted by the Mad Max films a good twenty years earlier, but there is just something about them that always catches my attention.

But the choice for this week’s entry was brought about a week earlier after watching Doomsday. After spending 100 minutes enjoying the hell out of that movie I was suffering from a serious craving for genre films from the 80’s. And since Doomsday director Neil Marshall had caused the itch that now needed to be scratched, I thought that t would be a good idea to finally watch a film that he regarded as one of his earlier influences, Russell Mulcahy’s insane vision of the Australian outback, Razorback.

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