People scare me.
It takes a lot to really freak me out in a film and I barely flinch at gruesome horrors.
(That is unless I’m with an audience…I unforgivably like to fit in)
And no I’m not trying to be butch, I’m just not bothered.
Give me a film about your average bloke whose gone a little weird and I’m literally too scared to pee.
There’s a line from a film (see if you can guess what it is) that sums this up pretty well.
“This is what I've seen in the four weeks since infection. People killing people. Which is much what I saw in the four weeks before infection, and the four weeks before that, and before that, and as far back as I care to remember. People killing people. Which to my mind, puts us in a state of normality right now.”
It’s that bloody brilliant film by Danny Boyle. 28 Days Later.
And nothing scares me more than a sense of reality….
Ok, so infected ‘zombies’ running around an abandoned London…how on Earth can you believe that Amy you hypocrite?
BUT I CAN! People might not be dribbling blood from the mouth and growling like a rabid dog but…
People kill people. Rage is real. And people DO lose control.
I had a good chat with a woman from work the other day and she told me her biggest fear was a “zombie” attack.
Because she thinks about her daughter and how she could possibly protect her from them.
Them? Zombies? i.e.….People?
A natural maternal instinct ignited by an exaggerated play on reality…
*I scratch my lady beard…hmmm interesting*
What I can’t figure out is why when I lie in bed I might think more about a zombie attack than say…a vampire attack? A werewolf attack? A witch attack??
My only conclusion is that zombies are definitely real…they’re just not dead ;)
Question is, what’s made them more real?
Unlimited news reports of murder? Hate? War? Rage?
People killing people?
Man, I feel like that poor monkey…