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A young female nurse named Ana (Sarah Polley)
notices that something isn't right about her daughter.
She looks ill but
then she bites her husband and suddenly her husband turns vicious.
When Anna
escapes her house she notices that her neighborhood has gone mad with flesh
eating zombies.
She drives down the highway until she is rescued
by a black police officer named Kenneth (Ving Rhames) as they find shelter in a
mall with some other survivors.
But they run out of food and some of them
slowly turn into zombies.
They plan to travel to an island to see if they
can survive there but will they make it?
This remake doesn't really go anywhere but still theres lots of good effects and
action sequences.
It was great seeing it on the big screen.
The acting is very well done and everyone
contributed well with their roles.
There is a sex scene performed by
Kim Poirer with some brief nudity on her.
We get a crow bar in the eye
A
stick through the neck out the top of the head
Lots of heads blown
off
Mucho gunshot wounds
A nasty chainsaw slit
Legs sawed off
A
legless zombie
Zombies run over violently by trucks and lots of nasty
bites.
*Special thanks to John Fallon for the gory
info
Zack Snyder makes this flick very watchable
and almost outbeats George A. Romero as he has terrific camera angle
shots of the zombies attacking at full speed.
Tyler Bates does a good score
for the film plus we get a huge soundtrack by music groups from oldies like
Johnny Cash to today's groups like Stereophonics
Michael: Truck's not gonna make it to Fort
Pastor.
Steve: No, forget the truck. That place is fucked, man. Bloodbath
city.
Kenneth: How do you know?
Norma: We just came from
there.
Kenneth: Is everyone there dead?
Steve: Well, dead-ish.
Kenneth:
Is everyone there dead?
Steve: Yeah, in the sense that they all sort of,
uh... fell down... and then got up... and started eating each other.
Michael: So what's the plan?
CJ: The plan is you
drink a nice tall glass of Shut The Fuck Up!
Michael: Look, there's no point in arguing about
this, all right? We need a solution. We need... we need to get some food over
there.
Steve: Yeah, OK, I have an idea. We draw straws and the loser runs
across the lot with a ham sandwich.
[his last line]
CJ: Fucking figures!
Steve: It's nice to see that you've all bonded
though this disaster.
Televangelist: How do you think your God will judge
you? Well, friends, now we know. When there is no more room in hell, the dead
will walk the earth.
Televangelist: Hell is overflowing, and Satan is
sending the damned to us. Why? God is punishing us. You have sex out of wedlock.
You have man on man relations, same sex marriages. How do you think your God
will judge you? Well, friends, now we know. When there is no more room in hell,
the dead will walk the earth.
Confused Reporter: I understand you're having a
difficult time killing these things, Sheriff.
The County Sheriff: Just shoot
them in the head! They seem to go down permanently if you shoot them in the
head.
Bart: Look, he's a "twitcher".
[CJ and Terry
watch the twitching zombiefied security guard]
Bart: TV says you gotta shoot
'em in the head.
Terry: TV said a lot of things that aren't true.
CJ: Fuck
the fucker. I told him not go to downstairs.
[CJ shoots the zombiefied
security guard in head]
Kenneth: [writing on a board to Andy who is stranded
on a rooftop across the parking lot] Fort Pastor gone. No help coming.
Andy:
[writing a response back] So what's the bad news?
CJ: Hey... I like this song.
Steve: [playing "Hollywood Squares" with Andy] Ooh!
Ooh! Um... Rosie O'Donnell! Tell him to get Rosie!
Kenneth: Ooh, yeah!
Rosie!
Tucker: Nah, too easy! Give 'em something hard.
Ana: You guys had
really rough childhoods, didn't you? Little bit rocky?
Andre: [to Michael] Hey, my man... I hear you
talkin' a lot, you know, you're always sayin' something... Who the fuck are you,
that we should listen? Were you, like, in a special ops unit in the marines?
What the fuck do you do?
Michael: I sell televisions at Best Buy.
Andre:
[to Kenneth] Hey, officer! How do you like following a guy that sells
TVs?
Kenneth: About as much as I like following a guy who steals them. I'm
not following anyone.
Kenneth: Fuck y'all!
[Bloating Woman becomes a zombie]
Terry: Holy
Shit!
Ana: The bleeding is not gonna stop on its own. I
need to suture his arm.
CJ: What are you, a fucking doctor?
Ana: No, I'm a
fucking nurse.
CJ: [to fellow survivors] And I don't want anybody
sneaking around and stealing shit.
CJ: [to Bart] Hey dumbass, it's the timers, it's
eight o'clock.
[to Terry]
CJ: Go turn 'em off.
Terry: It's Bart's
turn.
Bart: You're the trainee, man. Shit rolls downhill.
CJ: America always sorts it's shit out.
CJ: Fucking nursery school.
CJ: [waving a gun at fellow survivors] I'll kill all
of you to stay alive.
CJ: Not to shit on anyone's riff here, but let me
just see if I grasp this concept, ok? You're suggesting that we take some
fucking parking shuttles, and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then
just head on over to the gun store and watch our good friend Andy play some
cowboy movie jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit. Then, we're gonna drive across
a ruined city, through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead
cannibals, all so that we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's
boat?
[Points to Steve]
CJ: And head for some island that for all we know
doesn't even exist?
Kenneth: Yeah.
Tucker: Pretty much, yeah.
Ana:
[nods her head]
Michael: Yeah.
Steve: [gives a sarcastically enthusiastic
"thumb up"]
CJ: Okay... I'm in.
Andy: They say that those things are dead. I know
that's a bunch of BULLSHIT!
Ana: [watching Kenneth, Steve and Tucker play
"Hollywood Squares" with Andy] You guys had really rough childhoods, didn't
you?
Steve: Hey, sweetheart, let me tell you something. You, uh, you have my
permission, I ever turn into one of those things... do me a favor, blow my
fuckin' head off.
Ana: [nods her head yes] Oh, yeah, you can count on
that!
CJ: [to Terry through the bars of the holding cell]
Come on, Terry, open the door.
Bart: Yeah, man, let us out - I got you this
job!
Ana: That's probably the most romantic thing
anyone's ever said to me.
Michael: I'm trying, Ana.
Bart: Hey, you guys know that chick from Dairy
Queen?
CJ: The fat one?
Bart: Yeah, she was coming over tonight. I
would've tapped that shit for sure.
Terry: Bart, dude, everybody's dead, OK?
Your mom's dead, your brother's dead, the fat chick at Dairy Queen...
dead.
Bart: Yeah, that sucks too.
Michael: [to Norma on her rescue] Well
done.
Norma: Thanks.
Steve: Hey, I'm sorry, excuse me... when you two
fellas are done blowing each other, maybe Davy Crockett could tell us the deal
here?
Michael: You coming with us?
Kenneth: Nah, you're
coming with me. I've done this before.
Kenneth: You know how to use that?
Michael:
[pointing to the gun barrel] This is the dangerous end, right?
Kenneth:
[Taking the safety off] Now it is.
Kenneth: [pointing a gun at Ana] Say
something.
Ana: Please...
Andre: Shatter-proof, asshole.
Terry: I wish somebody was working Hallowed
Grounds.
CJ: How hard is it to make a cup of coffee?
Terry: I wanted a soy
mocha latte with foam.
Bart: Faggot.
Michael: Steve, don't fuck this up!
Steve: Yeah,
totally.
Steve: Wait, wait, wait, I'm sorry... why does he
stay here while I go on the suicide mission to rescue Terry's already-dead
girlfriend?
Terry: Hey, fuck you man!
Michael: We don't know
that...
CJ: You know what, asshole? Either way we gotta get over there and
get the guns to get out of the parking lot, OK?
Ana: I don't wanna die here.
Ana: Frank, Michael's coming to shoot
you.
Andre: It's a girl!
Michael: Officer, sir, you do not want to go that
way.
Kenneth: Why? What's that way?
Michael: It's pretty bad.
Andre:
It's hell.
Kenneth: What about Fort Pastor?
Andre: Maybe, if you had
wings. The road's thick with those motherfuckers that way.
Kenneth: How do
you know?
Andre: We just tried...
Michael: Back when there was eight of
us. We're going to the mall.
Michael: There is no other place to go!
CJ: Well,
that's YOUR problem, not mine.
Kenneth: How about I put my foot up your ass,
will that be your problem?
CJ: [to Kenneth] You can take your ass over to the
Quality Inn if it's still there, Shaq!
Luda: [referring to her unborn child] I want Russian
name.
The County Sheriff: Danny, put another round in that
woman over there! Look! She's a twitcher!
Steve: I run a tight ship.
[Ana is talking to Tucker at Hallowed Grounds and
then looks over at Steve, who is pouring himself a cup of coffee]
Ana: It's
nice to see you busting your ass.
Steve: Oh, that's sarcasm. That is so
awesome.
[Forced Laugh]
Steve: You know, I would love to help, but the
captain never works alongside his men.
[Dangles his keys in front of Ana and
Tucker and then whips them, making a cracking sound as he does so]
Steve:
Well, you guys have a good 'un.
[He leaves]
Ana: What a total
dick.
[C.J. is on the roof of Andy's Gun Works with a
sniper rifle preparing to shoot a propane tank]
Nicole: [in the store with
Kenneth, Michael and Terry] How will we know if he hits it?
[there's huge
explosion]
Steve: I have an idea. While we're at it, why don't
we drop by the marina, hop in my boat and take it for a pleasure cruise, you
jackasses!
Ana: Wait, that's a good idea. There's islands out there. There's
not many people on them.
Steve: I was kidding.
Ana: [everyone has run to the roof to watch the BP
truck racing around the mall parking lot] What are we gonna do about that
truck?
CJ: We're not gonna do anything about that truck!
Ana: There's
people in there!
CJ: Yeah, and how do you know they're not all fucked up like
everybody else out there?
Ana: Well, for one thing, they're driving a
truck.
[gunshots coming from truck]
Ana: Oh, and shooting guns.
CJ: [shooting a female zombie running at him]
Bitch!
Nicole: Chips, come here. Come on, Chips!
Monica:
[mocking] Come on, Chips. .
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